Another Bigger Round Poem by Doris Cornago

Another Bigger Round



Tough as nails, with my eyes dry
Sweet or sour by every hour
Bellyache's not my thing
World goes on its own
Heartbreak's gone
Cannot wear a
Frown, so
Washed
My
Face
Erased
All doubts
That love will
Carry me yet into
Another bigger round
Losers are winners too
Spin the wheel for another
Day, stop your noisy aching
Take a ride or walk barefooted
Choose your life's kind of highway

Another Bigger Round
Tuesday, October 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: complain,heartbreak,perseverance
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
When having troubles, stop trying to get sympathy as it does you no good to announce it, like a bellyache which only becomes more painful as you complain about it. Find your own solution and be a good example for others on the same road.
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