Confusing As I Was...
I've had plenty of misses,
by Gil Gregorio
one down the other in wishes;
It tumbled down like races,
showing nothing but carelessness.
I've been in a web of clouts,
one down the other in floats;
It dribbled down like moths
in play of lamps with doubts.
Confusing as I was in a play,
listening out with no sounds
like a caravan of little gypsy.
It runs like a river under snow,
grounds have trembled high and low!
I've never wanter a material wealths,
and even in a dream surely quilts;
but in a ransom soon it silts,
like a river bank of snows' guilt!
Really confusing as I was felt.