No
longer
is my smile
replete with style
No longer wide beam
No longer do I dream
Now more like a burned out grin
With black charred teeth and sagging chin
Longing, praying for the used to be
For thr big toothy bright faced smiling me.
A contest entry
- Prompt Contest by penman.
525 points, ended January 16, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.


