Alas, My Friend... Poem by DM W

Alas, My Friend...

Alas, my friend, I don't possess a secret chart,
Bestowed by Lord God, that will get me to the heart
Of pressing matters. All I have are imprecise
Tools, hints and guesses to deconstruct their crude lies.

Alas, My Friend...
Tuesday, March 12, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: friend,lies
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