John W. McEwers

Freshman - 608 Points (6/20/1980 / Nova Scotia, Halifax)

Big Old Bowl Of Hard - Poem by John W. McEwers

Once I thought my life was tough
rearing children and building stuff
once I wished it all'd get easy
but now it is and I'm so queezy
maybe too many wishes came so true
now simple old sad replaced you.

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  • Gold Star - 49,401 Points Roseann Shawiak (3/7/2013 10:00:00 PM)

    Very nice - I like it. Can feel your sadness in the words. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 7, 2013

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