the final days of poetry, in memorandumA Poem by andy groe
on the final days of poetry
the words will come undone,
their letters dropped upon the ground
first one by one by one.
then soon the streets will covered be
with thought unrecognized,
and hope and faith will float away
in cold wind undesiguised.
the sun will set, the sun will rise,
but never like before.
the trees will weep for what is gone
and blossom nevermore.
the wind will blow both stiff and harsh,
the grass will fade to brown,
the sky will fill with darkened clouds,
and time will whittle down.
when all the words have gone away
our joy will fail its ties
and innocence will never glow
in children's laughing eyes.
but the greatest pain we shall see
on final poem days
is loss of love and all that's pure
from this world's marbled haze.
so if you feel that time is short
do all that you may know
to keep what's cherished close to heart
and never let it go.
for truly now i say to you
that within poetry
lays the strength to save our world
from all that's left to be.
© 2012 andy groe
Added on May 8, 2012
Last Updated on May 10, 2012