Down by The corner
Laid an old poem
With it's dusty,withering sheets
Begging to be read
Full of rhyming couplets
And infectious melody,
Each day,
It's letters slowly fade away
like the setting sun
Down by the edge of the earth
Oh how, it begs to be read
Once the epitome of poetry
A story none the other
Cherished for it's individuality
And it's smell of old parchment
But now it begs to be read.
To have it's leaves spread open
Like a summers pod
Welcoming the bee
That flew in search of
It's sweet nectar
Down by the corner
Laid an old poem
Often missed
But never to be forgotten
Again
Nor beg no more