Dying Glory Gliding kite Loose tail Seething rage Deep cave Venomous passage John was a gliding kite With a loose tail, Riding the gust of Women's thighs. But when he heard those words, "You've tested positive", A seething rage developed behind His handsome face. He ran and hid his life In a deep cave. At night, he became A venomous passage way for women, Who were unaware That they would become... His dying glory. To Send This Poem As A Virtual Poetic Gift To Someone Special... CLICK HERE. Please add a personal thought of your own if you'd like. They will receive this poem as a gift of thought, directly from you...in less than 10 seconds. Back To The Poetry Gallery Home You are poetry hit Copyright © 2002 by Joyce Rogers All Rights Reserved...Not To Be Used Without Expressed Written Permission From The Author... Joyce Rogers All rights reserved