Bent Over Double Poem by Paul Warren

Bent Over Double



I sometimes want just to sit and cry
About things I can't change or wonder why
I look at the world and know it's hard
To eek out a living and not be scarred

I despair sometimes knowing I'm alone
Made to account for mistakes I have done and known
Bent over double with head in hands
Old and tired from this life's demands.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Saturday, March 7, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Paul Warren

Paul Warren

ADELAIDE, SOUTH AUSTRALIA
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