National Poetry Month

April is National Poetry Month.

With that In mind I have written this poem for my readers. Enjoy all of you.

Of Life :

By Penny Clark Babson

I stand at the end of the wold. Enjoying the aracady.

The air is clear yet cold in my lungs.

The clepsydra has shown me the passing of my youth.

Each morn', each nigh', now just a symbolism of who I once was.

I wake and seem to go through the same rote life.

Each day the likeness of the one before.

In Lament I offer up myself.

For self and mind is all I have left.

Until a newer dawn.