Not Too Much Poem by Dean Meredith

Not Too Much



Our beautiful Lord
Golden with desire
I try to catch him
But he is oh too fast

For my hidden moments
So awake & complete
He tends me down
And somewhat lower

Balance I suppose
The lesson of today
Among the many
I thank him for it

He thanks me for caring
I have nothing left to say
Come on now, he spurs me on
OK, it's nice to know you

Friday, March 12, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: caring,thanks
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