Carrying The World's Woes Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson
Carrying The World's Woes
It's all very heavy, I make myself look sad,
It must appear that life is very bad.
I must carry the world of pain on my face,
Must give an impression between loss and disgrace.
The suffering soul must come to the fore,
I must rub my tearful eyes until they're sore.
To take the world's troubles all for me,
A self-pitying martyr is all I can be.
Saturday, January 5, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: martyr,sadness
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