Poem

Another poem I wrote when I was in a reflective mood. Not exactly full on festive cheer and goodwill but here goes anyway.

Adagio

Mist falls on tired eyes

No time left for long goodbyes

Lungs empty then fail to inflate

Teeth chatter then slowly grate

Blood that once was free to flow

Coagulates in veins no where to go

Lips no longer part and smile

Just sag to issue unwanted bile

They say it's worse for the people left

But of course its worse for the poor bereft.

There what did you think of that?