A longing for honey

sorenbarrett

In this world no greater loss

than what was gold turned to dross

what was once incorruptible seen

now with age has lost its sheen

as rot of time’s condemnation

unstoppable age brings trepidation

his royal duty finished

and tired grown

the hives need diminished

they expel the drone

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 25th, 2022 06:49
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Paul Bell

    I suppose this could be Andrew or Harry. One needs a maid's slap, the other needs to get from under the wive's thumb.

  • sorenbarrett

    Thank you for your review and comment. Maybe get out from under the hives thumb



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