Poppy

A lighthouse standing tall against the grey
The poppy pink so short it’s time in bloom
Dark ocean stronger than the solid rock
For nothing is eternal we create
Strong tide with ebb and flow pulled by the moon
A permanence in things we cannot see
Sweet nature thrives and still the flowers grow
What man has built will tumble into sea
To crave posterity is lunatic
To wax and wane is order of the day
The lighthouse must succumb to nature’s force
Just rubble on the rocks one day one day will be
No monument to mark my fall to earth
Save poppies pink each June so wild and free

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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