By James Colgan

21st Century

Borne upon an aura of bliss the angel sings.
Then with scornful words you'll clip her wings.

Buy her a diamond ring and hope they grow back.
Hope it makes up for the love you lack.

Rip the muscle and tear sinew,
with my words, flesh shall be made anew.

DayPoems Poem No. 2419
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The DayPoems Poetry Collection,
Timothy Bovee, editor

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