Alone the little boy once a thief. <br />Tell none why the water it flows. <br />The brightest star my tongue has put out. <br />There was a woman involved. <br />But not to be empty of lumber good trees. <br />Life is not always pink cotton bottoms. <br />Dancing I turn <br />and glance back at misspent youth. <br /> <br />Now I get heavy and girls get to full. <br />They come as platoons of bullets and death. <br />Come take me a boy aged eight. <br />Overwhelmed I stop midway coming out. <br />Woman forget me not's are not posies. <br /> <br />Gosh that hurts being a boy that cries. <br />But sunflowers yellow coming up from the sea. <br />Color blind I'm shy bright red the brush. <br />An hour is too long to get to the end, <br />and yes to wait for more to come so I go.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-sea-horses/
