My Days Are Poem by james watkin

My Days Are



More bearable, for what of their own
Is oppositely borne;
Life's livers. Afar, unknown
But sure guessed hope-blown.

No heavier a thankful bower
Did, undeserved, mourn!
For this state to appear brighter
Against that darker.

Friday, April 1, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: being different,coping
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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