Homeless Poem by michael Smajda

Homeless

Rating: 5.0


My day is not over.
I stepped on no clover.
And my life never sees change.
It looks like I'll never
Be ever as clever
To own a home on the range.

Thursday, January 23, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 23 January 2020

A concise and insightful poem written in verse with rhythmic splendour. A beautiful work of art. Thanks for sharing, Michael.

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