He sits alone in the garden
Thinking to himself,
When the leaves would shed
And give the branches some relief;
It seems it has been long
That someone did appreciate him,
He's a lonely boy,
In love, now, he does not believe;
Life's given him his share of thorns
You can see the scars on his punctured skin,
People say he's a bitter lad
But-he smiles for me.
Life's given him his share of thorns You can see the scars on his punctured skin, People say he's an angry lad But-he smiles for me. yes he smiles for me. such a loving sentence of love . thank you.
Life gives share of love and happiness. Very interesting and wise poem shared really. Interesting.10
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he is an angry lad...... but he smiles for me. thorns, sadness, angry nature, love, hope, hardships, loneliness, all these points you have well brought in, in this poem. very nice poem. dear poetess. tony