Happy Hiram
New member
When life becomes a vale of tears
I choke down the bitterness of years
Every moment my anguish chars
that they give me Naes when I want Yars
I fear I've planted too many seeds
of poetry that turned into weeds
that turn to hydras when fully grown
and have a stink that's all their own
I chuck the joy and raise the chaff
and if you complain beware my wrath
The spring is gone as has my taste
I lay the barren ground to waste
don't chortle at my villainous sweep
This is me, sow what, I'm just a creep.
Please let me know what you think. Can you make this better or is it beyond repair?
I choke down the bitterness of years
Every moment my anguish chars
that they give me Naes when I want Yars
I fear I've planted too many seeds
of poetry that turned into weeds
that turn to hydras when fully grown
and have a stink that's all their own
I chuck the joy and raise the chaff
and if you complain beware my wrath
The spring is gone as has my taste
I lay the barren ground to waste
don't chortle at my villainous sweep
This is me, sow what, I'm just a creep.
Please let me know what you think. Can you make this better or is it beyond repair?