My Humbling Predicament Poem by Saul McCandless

My Humbling Predicament



My humbling Predicament
Ill on quakes and poor sentiment
I am but folly to satisfy
The end of times and strum to die
I thought I could at least trust you
As once I was a rudder in plain view
To have ached and to have lost
Because I found you, at such a cost.

Monday, February 28, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: trust
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Saul McCandless

Saul McCandless

Co. Down, N. Ireland
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