Until then

Against our will
spins on the mill,
with gold we fill
our times or spill.
In health, in ill
in pain, in thrill,
we cry, we trill
till fits the bill,
then comes the will
to solemnly still
to solemnly still.

About This Poem

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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Jordan, JOR

Favorite Poets: I favor the ones who are closer to humanity and , Poets are humanity when the world lose it.

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Comments

raj

6 years 11 months ago

Rula

as i mentioned to Greg i8t is pretty tough to maintain the aaaaaa...rhyme sequence through and through....nicely done..an epitaph is about someone dead...i couldn't understand how this poem connects to that meaning...please excuse my ignorance
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Rula

6 years 11 months ago

Raj

Maybe I'm wrong. I thought an epitaph is something we write on the tomb that shows someone beliefs.
Let me check.

Don't know if you read the last few words
Much appreciate the visit.

raj

6 years 11 months ago

yes Rula that's what is said

yes Rula that's what is said about epitaphs ....writings about the dead may be even on tombs...i am trying to figure out how this poem connects to it...
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