Tarry Awhile Longer
written by: Johnch
Why did you stop so soon
To fail to ease my drought
You ask me to answer a
Question yet you know why
Tis true I admit but my crop
Will fail my family will starve
But you know I have no heart
Your plea will wring no tears
Tis true I admit that my plea
Will wring no tears but hold here
Let down what is left of you
No, for I must drift as the wind commands
Yet if I was to pause, still you would
Complain of my excess
Ahh that’s why the call me Hanrahan
And who is Hanrahan may I ask
A character rom the poem “said Hanrahan”
NOTE:
Based on the Prompt – A Conversation with The Rain
John writes poetry as a means of capturing the roaming sentences that spring to mind at any time often a reaction to his environment at the time. His poetry blog - Underlined on WordPress.
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