Jun 23
It's a wonder I've survived this long,
With all the things I do wrong.
How late I wake in the morning,
To my perpetual self mourning.
As I try to correct these old thoughts,
I am finding more than I sought.
Things about myself I didn't know.
But now I will reap the new things I sow.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
