Jolly Ending

The merry-making will have to end,
Offered by the hearts of our lives.
Your distinction collected from poverty,
The parties of adventuring were absent.
My revelry has a bed in the seas of dreams,
Internal offences occur to kill the hanging old.
My merriment has no occurrence,
My reality is timed by the timeliest ones.
An overall majority is needed,
And my face fetches the peace.
The offenders are loose, far too intimidating
To consider themselves sane.
O What Jollification!

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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