The Sowers Sleep Poem by George Samuel

The Sowers Sleep



Reaping amount to agony
When the sower passed away
Hope an ordinary ceremony
Crowding the lather days
Our fancy fence publishing good living
Living within rats clothed rags
Why do you blaspheme your own root
And hide in empty brags
Though you do have ill
Then smile joyfully in pain
In false will
Bearing canopy without rain
To grace the praise of men
Upon penury
Pushing in an omen
And surviving by borrowed honey

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
False reputation
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 16 February 2014

smile joyfully in pain, I like it, thanks.

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