Fatigu'd feet, heading bedward,
the erstwhile grubble for what thee desire.
And the wand'ring soul with ragg'd rubb'r,
yond is engluf'd into the fire.
where the glimm'r in thy eyes hid's,
wherefore thee behold the flam's?
if't be true thee art unaware of rules,
wherefore thee play the gam's?
The lady singeth thy lyrics,
h'r feet danceth to thy song.
thy eyes followeth h'r steps,
but thy heart burneth as if't be so wrong.
The audience clapeth and chuckle,
thee whisp'r as people stareth in awe.
And then thy lonely heart
keeps reminding thee of thy flaw.
YOU ARE READING
Ragged Rubber
PoetrySometimes we get so exhausted living our story that our heart can't help but peek into the stories of others' lives.
