The Wagon

the old red wagon

Cold fall leaves, so carelessly tossed,
lay brown and withered by morning’s frost.
Discarded scraps of natures poetry
so carelessly tossed. Cold fall leaves

in winters wind, ending natures grace.
The wagon waits for hibernal face
to lay siege upon this land again,
ending natures grace in winters wind.

And every truth I’ve known, all that I believe
is in the red wagon, covered now with leaves.
Where once behind tiny legs there used to roam
all that I believe and every truth I’ve known.

For I am but a man, so little do I know
of wagons and winter and children when they’re grown.
To my sorrow I may never understand.
So little do I know, for I am but a man.

girl with wagon

Written by Dan E. Monk
Copyright 2018

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Thought for the day

If you have an apple and I have an apple and we exchange apples then you and I will still each have one apple.

But if you have an idea and I have an idea and we exchange these ideas, then each of us will have two ideas. - George Bernard Shaw

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