Great Souls, All Poem by james watkin

Great Souls, All



All who step this world upon
Tingle with great purpose;
Unknowably. Heroes in waiting!
Could they but know! - to grin!

Forced, too early, to find one
Who failing, off into
A more desolate blown night are found;
As moon's dark side around.

Thursday, January 27, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: purpose
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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