Mornings Poem by james watkin

Mornings



More by a goad, as strikes
Pain-startled some beast
Than of hand, tender helped
Up out rest, heavy
Feels all over this one!
In favour who's least
If no tyrant to greet
Tyrannical Duty.

Tuesday, November 24, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: morning,work
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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