Good morning, all. Today is going to be a damn good day, I feel it. There’s a lot to look forward to and little to look back on. Please enjoy a poem that probably won’t make much sense unless you really think on the words. Please enjoy.
Sum of It All
When all is lost and all you’ve found
is in the lost and the found,
I ask but once,
wherefore do you plunder?
When there your body is torn asunder.
It’s time to leave,
it’s time to go.
With the morning
comes the whitest doe.
Visions of peace and plentitudes
that bring about new platitudes
and leave us wanting more from life
amidst the ashes come from strife.
Bering sea,
bear the sea
and come upon the Holy See.
Be found wanting
by the taunting.
Rise against the ashes
and effervescent attachés.
The day is come
to sound the drum
and hear the final sum.
Poems by Sam 