Zinc and Brass – a poem.
Zinc and Brass
Zinc is a metal it can be very grey,
As a drizzly morning on an Autumn day.
Brass is an alloy, so yellow and bright,
As a warm day in summer, bathed in light.
Graphite in pencils, will draw a line,
Between one world of grief, and another sublime.
It is fate, in this life, which decides where you live.
You may be a taker, or one that will give.
For wherever your precious life may be,
As a singular life or in company.
Respect the water and the air that you breathe,
And love all on earth until you leave.
Richard Peej
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