Original piece of poetry

Phoenix

Poetry is not for me

No lyrics about a bumblebee

Or shooting stars from way up high,

A gloomy, cloudy, gray-blue sky

Mine is the prose

Reality

The falling leaves from an autumn tree

Beauty around for all to see

We walk together, you and I

And discuss the happiness of days gone by

Blown and shattered on a whim

Unfixable, the light’s gone dim

On the winds our dreams were carried

Our emotions long since buried

Amidst the ruins of yesteryear

And the lakes of salty tears

Now laughter is once again our friend

And friendship the beginning, not the end.