Life's Run Poem by warner treuter
Life's Run
She likes the sadness,
Life has let her down,
Prefers to smiles
The furrows of a frown.
Each of us farms our life
In our own way,
Prefers to grow what crops
We first learned how to say.
When she raises up her face
To enjoy the sun,
Farming still in trace,
She feels the freeness
In life's run.
The life's long run is well composed in a few words.
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4/24/2024 9:06:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
When she raises up her face To enjoy the sun, Farming still in trace, She feels the freeness In life's run................it is life's enjoyable fruit with all the happiness.. nice poem sir.....10 read mine sixth ton... new start