Like fools the sheep follow
The shepard off the cliff
And like fools, they wallow
In the certainty of their death
And if one were to go astray
To find lusher pasture
They would soon be put to waste
By the sheep that comeafter
A grain in a hourglass,
We all wait our turn
Until at last
We accomplish what we think we yearn
But instead of following the path of all,
The black sheep would rather be trampled, then fall
A contest entry
- Tick me off. or please me your choice. by Black Wolf.
1150 points, ended March 28, 32 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Good? Bad? I dont write much poetry but I like it. Tell me any praise or criticism.
Comments
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an interesting and thought provoking write my friend , keep up the good work and thank you for entering, good luck in the contest with this very good write
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