By Harem (Harem123@aol.com)
Date: 23 April 2001
& Trading &
No one was promised, skies always blue
Nor bright sunny days, all our lives through.
Not even the angels , are sheltered from pain
Observing our dramas , they watch with disdain
The delicate jonquils, must suffer the storm
Blown by wind’s tempest, tattered and torn
Bears with a craving , submit to the sting
To taste the sweet treasure, the honey bees bring
Kings are dethroned, for the love of a maiden
Trading their titles , for souls passion laden
Traitors are hung, for the secrets they steal
Proselytes are slain, refusing to kneel
To be in your presence, gossip endured
To steal your sweet kisses, whispers ensured
We know in advance, no promises are made
We live with the outcome, we barter and trade
Amid todays pain, and yesterdays sorrow
Taking the chance , for a better tomorrow
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