Wayne Ruff


A Riddle - Poem by Wayne Ruff

Riddles riddles deep in my mind,
they flow into my mouth
though the tongue not forked
the words true from my lips
a nerve reaction of my finger tips

To be a man must he walk tall
or be the one who offers all
or nothing at all
If he climbs high
how high must he fall
if he must fall at all

To offer all you must be prepared to loose all
To win the fight
It is you who must choose
stick to the feeling
Like glue to the sealing

Topic(s) of this poem: thoughts

Form: ABC


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 17, 2016


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