A Cup Of Foolishness Poem by Jean Harold
A Cup Of Foolishness
I love to think
there are tales
to help me telling
a story of lives
that are too strange
to live on and
to last the moment
proving that it is
you
I am feeling in
my blood
So here I am running
as far as I could
Disbelief is an inability
To reveal water inside
fire
is a luxury we often
refuse to afford
Easy always overcomes Right
whose cup of tea is still hot
and burns all the truths
away
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