Stung
poem by:
Theresa Taylor
Written
on Jul 07, 2016
Oh to see the forest through the trees Living is a melody that slowly changes keys Our hearts beat and we are slowly dying A truth so terrifying Everyone from old to young At birth is so inevitably stung How will you sound after you are gone Will they listen or will they move on?
Tags: rhyme, inspirational, metaphor, encouraging, scary,
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Chris Cleverly commented:
Great poetry, really like that opening line, thanks for postin
