Birth to Death

( By Jan Phillips )

My heart is like a barren slope
Where neither plants nor trees do grow
Where the cold wind blows across my mind
Scattering all thoughts and hope
Once my heart held a warm red glow
And thoughts of love prevailed
As though through a golden mist
I watched as life itself unveiled.
My mind glad tidings did recall
With the new and tender dawn
What debt we each one owe
For happiness and love for all
Then the mist was lifted and the seasons changed
And life and love were split asunder
The light went out for the sun was gone
And my heart grew weary of the burden it was under
When the sun goes down
The wind does blow
And love won’t grow
On the barren slopes of winter.

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About Jan P

I was born and raised and still live in the great state of Oklahoma in the U.S.A. I live in Oklahoma City and have lived her for over 40 years. Came from a small town in eastern Oklahoma. I was raised on a farm as my daddy was a sharecropper. I worked for the Department of Defense for over 30 years. I am now retired and trying to catch up on all the things I didn't get to do when I worked. I have written poetry for many years, but only recently started writing more since I have found a place where others can enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

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