Grumpy Old Unicorn
Retired and feeling low
Grumpy Old Unicorn
A grumpy old unicorn,
Sits on a hill,
With a frown on his face,
And a heart that is still.
“No magic today,”
He mutters and sighs,
“Just clouds in the sky,
And a world that just cries.
He misses the spark,
The joy of his youth,
But today he just grumbles,
Far from the truth.
Yet when the sun sets,
And the skies are aglow,
A flicker of warmth
In his heart starts to grow.
I suppose I could rest a while
I am still magic he says with a smile
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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Comments (4)
awwww...I love this
I love unicorns and this was a fantastic poem.
very silly and magical!
Ah, the magical whimsy. I like this a lot. And the pic is wonderful too.