Big Old Bowl Of Hard Poem by John W. McEwers
Big Old Bowl Of Hard
Once I thought my life was tough
rearing children and building stuff
once I wished it all'd get easy
but now it is and I'm so queezy
maybe too many wishes came so true
now simple old sad replaced you.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
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4/25/2024 1:57:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very nice - I like it. Can feel your sadness in the words.