Lora: "Or Until You Grow Old And Forget? ".. [ Dedicated To Poet Lora Colon; Inspired By Lora's " A Welcome For My Guests "; Short ] Poem by Bri Edwards

Lora's poem:

Or Until I Grow Old And Forget (found on Poem......Hunter)


My head is like a grand hotel,
The guests arrive, one by one,
Some with great accomplishments,
Others are allowed just for fun

They come with gifts of poetry,
Some regale me with their song;
They're all gifted and interesting,
To evict them would just be wrong

I graciously accept their gifts,
In return, I give them a home;
And every now and then I embark
On the writing of another poem

If not for them, where would I be?
There'd be no reason or rhyme;
There'd be no music within these walls,
Ideas, just drifting through time

Was it the gypsy who wandered in
That caused this urge to roam?
But, oh, how he commands that violin!
How could I send him home?

I admire you all and bid you stay,
A group so witty and cunning;
A special thanks to the taxi driver
That keeps the meter running!

And so, my guests, I make a toast:
A finer group I've never met;
You're welcome to stay as long as you like,
Or until I grow old and forget


Lora Colon
Poems by Lora Colon: 17 / 350

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bri:)

p.s. Please tip the taxi driver!