A Golden ShillingClick thumbnail to view full-size
The shilling She gave me,
On that winter night,
Which She wanted me to bury,
Deep down with all my might.
That time I was on Crossroad
She said politely "Trust Me".
She wanted me to get on board,
And break my endless scurry.
So I listened to her, as clueless as ever,
And go on the top of that ferry,
I promised to Her I'd Return never
If that shilling I didn't bury.
Once I was out of that nut shell,
I had forgotten all my promise,
given into the world's propel,
I became as immature as a novice.
Then I got me thinking-
What was I really here for?
To Bury that Shilling-
Or to crave it even more?
According to you who is a better Poet?
© 2017 Mr-Hmm