If I am a wheelbarrow,
Will you be a scarecrow?
If I am a lawnmower,
Will you be a plow?

It all should come together
In the cosmic mist somehow.

When the world was new,
And the first leaf grew,
And the first bird flew,
And the world was new,

It all came together
But was lost along the way.

If I never have to carry,
And you never have to guard
And I never have to cut,
And you never have to turn,

Will it all go together
And end my need to yearn?

When heart fill with desire,
And workers never tire,
And soldiers never fire,
And hearts fill with desire,

May it all come together
Not tomorrow but today.

endings and beginnings.....

I like this poem a lot.
The structure is so layered and creative.

I agree with, littlelamb. This is a fine brief and the layering is superb. Great depth as your words fall together in pleasant patterns. Well done.

tommy boy

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Loved it especially the last part May it all come together not tomorrow but today

Thank you all. Your comments make my day. G.

Write On !
Well said