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Two Rings
by Philip F De Pinto
The time we slipped on two rings
And whispered to each other things
Which never and nee'r
Came to pass
But we lie here neath the grass
Forever and ever
Left to wonder what e'er
Became the two rings
And the whispered things
Were they hocked on the sly
In that great pawnshop in the sky
03/16/2018 Posted on 03/16/2018
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/19/18 at 03:33 PM A clever piece, short in stature yet long in wry humor, nostalgia, and dreams of then. Thank you, Philip. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 03/21/18 at 05:23 PM In your usual inimitable way you cause me to pause and examine the moments when I let those whispered things fly into unromantic oblivion. Last stanza is a nice culmination and awakening. Thanks Phil. I love your work. |
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