The Peace Keeper:
There was an old man,
Who sat on his perch
And watched the hours go by,
Though he told himself daily,
‘I love my job gaily!’
He knew it was a lie.
‘To sit, to watch,
To moan and groan,
Is this all life can hold?
I hate this dull silence,
I seek my defiance’
So had the man once told
There was an old man,
What sat on his perch,
And watched the hours go by
Though he told himself frailly
‘I love my job gaily
’He knew it was a lie.
Haikus on the Beach
Harsh reflections blind
What true beauty could be seen
Eyes, sadly decieved
Yet when sun takes shade
Beauty finds a place to hide,
Scared by judgments eyes
There was an old man,
Who sat on his perch
And watched the hours go by,
Though he told himself daily,
‘I love my job gaily!’
He knew it was a lie.
‘To sit, to watch,
To moan and groan,
Is this all life can hold?
I hate this dull silence,
I seek my defiance’
So had the man once told
There was an old man,
What sat on his perch,
And watched the hours go by
Though he told himself frailly
‘I love my job gaily
’He knew it was a lie.
Haikus on the Beach
Harsh reflections blind
What true beauty could be seen
Eyes, sadly decieved
Yet when sun takes shade
Beauty finds a place to hide,
Scared by judgments eyes