Riddle Me This

Of A Love I Done Desire,
Till A Time We Both Expire.
I've Should Done Better,
By The Saints That Preserve Me.
If I'd Only Been Aware Of The Outcome.
An Outcome Of,
Should Have Been,Could Have Been.
But in The End It Was,
Just The Way It Was,
Meant To Be!
We'll Fly Thru The Sky,
Soar Thru The Clear Air.
Spirits Like Unto Gossamer Wings,
To Have Lived As We Both Dare.
Joy In Life,Satisfaction Thru Strife.
We Carried On,Up Till Dawn.
Now We Lay To Rest,
For Others We Hope The Best.
Of What Challenges Will Become,
Success To All,Not Just To Some!

Author Information

Donald R. Greaves
User offline. Last seen 1 year 15 weeks ago. Offline
Joined: 12/20/2009

Poll

How often do you write poetry?
Daily
20%
Weekly
11%
Monthly
2%
When the mood strikes
47%
During stressful or emotional times
13%
Not that frequently
4%
I just like to read poetry
3%
Total votes: 339