Moribund

To lachrymose
Or moribund
To know the mind
Behind the face
What languishing bankrupt paupers fund
Within the mirror
That chance could grace
With visions of a memory
That none save me
Could recall in sooth
Yet still i crave
Those purest of moments
That cost so dear
Never predecease
Nor share a grave

NOTE:
Last year, I had Numerous poems that I wished to post. So I ended up posting about a dozen poems within just a few minutes.
One surprise result of posting that many poems within such a short period of time was...
Only the Last poem that I posted that day has ever even been read by anyone
So I have been Re-Posting them at a slower rate
My hope is that THAT is the reason no one has been reading them, As opposed to the possibility that they are horrible poems that no one wants to read :-) This is one of those poems © a month ago, David Michael Brackeen