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a letter to the meek
When all the heroes turn to shit
And noble causes dry to dust,
There is no choice but to admit
That we should have obeyed our lust,
Alas, we didn't. At the time
We liked the pathways traveled less
And we believed the things that rhyme
Were better than nonrhyming mess.
We used to love our horses white,
We used to keep our armor clean
And we were certain we were right
To never let the darkness in.
We still believe. But we are few
And our swords are red with rust;
The day we leave this world to you
Remember: man was made from dust.
About the Creator
Vadim Kagan
I believe that each day is a blessing, every story is amazing and all poems should rhyme!
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Comments (4)
Fantastic poem. Well done.
Great poem! Where did you come up with the name… untitled?
Beautiful. And yes, rhyming makes it all better
Fantastic, Vadim! I can relate so much to this and love every word. Bravo 💕😊