Miles

Three trees all bear
Poison fruit.
The raccoons screech,
The owls hoot.

Rain rain
Go away,
Why can't I
Get a say?

Build a house
Then huff and puff;
House goes down
Luck is tough.

Problems galore
And you ain't got answers.
The headache spreads
Like malignant cancer.

Your head:
It's held high.
But you're gonna
kiss life goodbye

But you'll go out
with a smile.
After all,
You've got the miles.

Reviews

[s y e]

Ha, this was great, Will. I loved the rhymes. :) Great job!

~ Noodle.

[Baby Ricochet]

Rhyming for rhyming sake. I've written a few of them.

[Rita L. Sev]

Going out with your head held high - is it pride or arrogance? There is a lot to interpret here, Will - are these the "miles" of wisdom, getting all there is out of life, or are they hard miles, too hard to travel anymore? I like the possibilities read into this poem - well done!