In the life of a verse.

Just as there is
life in a poem
so does death
surrounds it.

Not long,
after the tune
in the verse
was played,
the song has gone.

Once the stanzas
are formulated,
and read,
they are put to bed.

Long live the verse
that flows and flows,
and skips
a full stop.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Thus are we all verses. And I had so hoped to become a quatrain.

[andrew mitchell]

Indeed John, thanks for your comments.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Very true wisdom permeates within this poem. Much like life that it echoes. Those few words that manage to live longer in hearts gain more life in their celebrity. While most others find brevity in their existence. Thank you Andrew for sharing your poem.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Carlos, you are too kind.