I...End Poem by Saul McCandless

I...End



Swig jug, nice and snug
Beggar boy, be a better mug
Acrobatic swimming sinner
No one really loves a winner
Golden seed river
T'ward the land of never
I address you
I encompass
I impress you
I undress
Then I shrivel
The shank
Sorry, for I drank my health away
I wilt, on silver stilts
Fated and out-dated
I...
end.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Saul McCandless

Saul McCandless

Co. Down, N. Ireland
Close
Error Success