Hours tick, hours fly, what day is this
when man sits on his tuft, he doesn't seem so tough
yet the women who darns, forever mends broken hearts
but my hopes dwindle, wish we would kindle
up on a pedestal, where is your ladder to get down
I guess Humpty Dumpty will show you how to fall
but I as women need more love, not boxing gloves...
singing a song to cherish, then hopes won't parish
these are to easy, life is but a dream...
Author notes
alot of past things
A contest entry
- Food for the Famished Mind (NEED MORE ENTRIES!- ENTER!) by Shahrazad.
900 points, ended September 12, 2007, 19 entries
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I loved this, very nice. Well done! And of course good luck!
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Very interesting- I read this one a couple times actually. I liked the humpty dumpty line- perfect and beautifully worked into the poem. I liked it a lot!
Just out of curiousity, who is this written about? -
but my hopes dwindle, wish we would kindle
my favourse line. Well done
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