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Those Damn Robins

I envy the soaring robin
With his red thumping breast
While I lie in a buried den
A lump of coal in my chest

I envy the sunrise in bloom
Pouring golden streams over all
While I pace inside a dark room
Wishing to paint gold on the walls

I envy the man of marble
Stone strong and solid form
While I age like rotting garbage
Weakness and sickness I deplore

I envy the common fly
Who's happy with his pile of dung
I envy his level of contentment
For that's a thing of which I have none

Written by wolfman

Published 20th May 2013

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Re: Those Damn Robins

Scribbler12

20th May 2013 4:13pm

Very well written, it reminds me of a poet, of who my mind has forgotten.
I thought the repetition worked very well; the beginning of every
stanza noting an animal/thing and the things you envy of them, and why.
It sets up a vision of them, in bright light, whilst you reside in
the shadows.

I thought the ending rounded the poem of very well, it flowed like
a dream and had a certain smooth rhythm to it.

A masterful write :)