Thursday 27 February 2014

Promise

What happens to a promise made
But shatters on its weight;
Does it rot into garbage,
And bring forth an odious taste?
Will it again fall down the steep
No painful histories learnt,
Or does it collect itself and keep
Its way to the pit to be burnt?
Can it mend and regenerate
To become a word to count on,
Or does it die down in history
As game played but never won?


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