Poems from Aegis
I wake with a groan, followed by a moan,
I lay - as a man lays to die.
I struggle to my feet, shrugging off my top sheet,
And permit -...
The ocean has waves, moving in style,
Endlessly lapping the shore.
Waves big and waves small, they roll cross the mile,
That such limited...
Is it bad to compare, or only to er'r?
The truth evades me, so they say.
Is it that I'm in er'r, or did I compare?Tell me, for its right...
Thinking of you
Makes me black and blueWhen I know you're not thinking of me
But you're white and goldA prize far too old
For a well...