Broken Vows
Young as lambs with frisky spirits,
Fresh as lettuce newly picked,
Pure as a virgin maiden, clean as dew washed grass.
Strong as a solid suit of steel,
True as the sun to rise, the moon to glow.
Forever, as was the promise.
Kind as a sweet kitten,
Gentle as a child’s grasp,
Sweet as a honeyed word.
Fun as Christmas day,
Joyous as merry birds singing.
Free of fatigue, wear or blemish.
But, in due course, as oft’ as not,
A cloud is sure to come;
To cover the golden rays of light.
Red-hot flames leave burnt and blackened,
That solid steel armor…it’s hollow inside.
The roses lose their fair petals…and die.
Sunshine may peak through,
But with a blast is soon extinguished.
Something cold is here to replace it.
Shy glances bring a faint glow to hopeful hearts,
But that hollow tin armor falls,
Crashing those hopes to dashes.
A sudden blow, a fierce strike,
Landed too hard on that empty suit.
Salt corrodes that strong steel armor
….and it is left to rust forever.
The commonness of divorce nowadays inspired me in this somewhat sad poem. The divorce rate seems to increase daily, and people take marriage lightly. It is quite a sad thought to me. Please post comments/critiques.Thanks so much!
