Author George L. III Hart The small white waterlily is a paltry thing. When we were young, we wore them but now since our lord with his great strength is dead, its seeds are the miserable food we have to eat at the wrong hours and together with our suffering. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments