To one beyond the sky
to one that hear my sigh
for sure you never cry
that's why my patience try
Who made the land so dry
who said he always ply
like sigh of filthy fly
stink, left me feeling shy
Send me one reply
you said you never lie
your words i cant deny
i pray with swollen eye
Seated up on high
i threw a thousand die
with patience in a fry
wont loosen up my tie.
and its so easy to cry now that i`v read the poem. all that is unsaid and unvoiced for years or feels as if it was for years is like sacrifice for me. i`ll read the poem not at once in the future, thank u
seated up on high i threw a thousand die with patience in a fry wont loosen up my tie. patience is a virtue and never will be defeated by time...Nicely penned! ! !
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Seated up on high! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.