Cunneda

Friday, January 28, 2011

Labors




The labors
Of the foolish,
Weary the soul;
They seek to quench
A raging thirst,
By lifting,
With open hands,
To their own lips,
A golden cup,
That is empty.

1 comment:

Mike and Netty said...

I want to share this one on Facebook. Your poems are wonderfully anointed. God bless, Netty