Nothing Sadder Poem by Bull Hawking

Nothing Sadder



Nothing sadder than a doer....that just don't
Nothing captures like a canner who now can't
nothing wanton as a wanter who really won't
Nothing tells you lately how to feel inside

Just you know....you're late...you're late
All the goody has been got
You're not the getter any more
just the gate.

Friday, June 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: late
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Bull Hawking 24 December 2014

I wonder what an afterlife would grow into.....a carnation?

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