At Last, You won
At last, your real world won
Now you're free to go on
The pretty things that I hold
And all my feelings, were fold,
Take your deeds, be away
As far as you can stay
In your cocoon I couldn't adjust
Too tight, too cold for me to adapt,
Finally the curtain was closed
Ending a play, written by both
Your selfishness gain it all
A hero you were all along,
A great bow for your success
I lost the battle, I confess
But life is like turning wheels
Winners will face their defeat.
Jeff Dawson
Fri 13th Jun 2008 19:43
Hi Mirna, more stirring stuff, there appears to be one hell of a struggle and I hope you have the last laugh, love this -
A great bow for your success
I lost the battle, I confess
But life is like turning wheels
Winners will face their defeat.
Thanks, really like your work, Jeff