On The Lost Pond
For my long lost
There is not much to say, from me to you
Except I can’t be to you, as if I were there all along
I do not sorrow at present at this lost truth
That I were a brother, to so many others, all along
How many there are, I know nothing of,
But I know there are a few out there on the lost pond
They want me I’m sure of it, I hear the choir of the gentle frogs
My siblings siren the song for me, to the lost pond
They hope to house me on the lily pad, with them to belong;
To my long lost, I have been lost for so long
The blustery of fate, rid memories from my pate
I do not recollect, I know not what my heart longs
To my long lost, I will be gone from you,’til the egret wake;
Bid you not come, I am feed, for the egret to stave away,
Bid you not come, I am a hill of leaves, that raked away;
I am undeserving of concern, of your love and beauty,
I do not belong on the lilies of your memory, for I fear I encroach,
That I, a heavy frog, would sink on’t before he’d think to croak
I belong, I know, I belong elsewhere,
In the presence of the low and trodden, where none—but hate—is fair
About the Creator
Octovo Libra
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And my poetry Hell Is Like A Dog Kennel and other poems
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