March 1, 2017

Poem

There are many things I don’t understand

Like satellites and footless tights

Fax machines and boot-cut jeans

Evil men who maim and scare

And Politicians with dodgy hair

I’m not a child and not a fool

I learned my lessons well at school

Why then bad men rise and good ones fall?

And some of us never love at all

And why, when we find it

And beg it remain

Do you take it away and leave us such pain?

 

 

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About widowbuddy

I'm learning about myself and about life every day. I write a blog on www.widowonline.com (You are not alone) for something to do and I write poetry because I enjoy it.

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