I would have loved growing old with you
Measured by each other’s smiles
We had our share of the bad trials too
Nothing too far going smile by mile
Hills crashing down on one another
Into the white foam of baby’s breathe
Looking down into her white casket
Never guessed that it was her first death
2014 Michael Yost 9/29
Posted in Poetry
Step into the New Image that You Created
You’re not set in stone or dead set fated
@ 2014 Michael Yost 09/22
Posted in Poetry
Originally posted 05/05/2011
To His cloak I cling
Leave this Haven now, you are not exempt
Cannot you hear sir, my brazen contempt?
You can afford it, so you should pay heed
Get on your fast horse, and go with great speed
My life’s not my own, some wish it to be
In the king’s castle, his grand majesty
I promised my life, to the King of kings
Nothing you can do, to His cloak I cling
© 2011 Michael Yost
Originally posted 05/05/2011
Posted in Poetry
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