Once Upon A Time Poem by Red O'Mara

Once Upon A Time



She was good for me,
for years.
And I was far less grateful than I could have been.
She came along and filled the emptiness
that had become me.
She made that space her own
and made me happy
and in love
again.
Until she tired
of that man I sometimes am.

Sunday, April 30, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
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Red O'Mara

Red O'Mara

Melbourne Australia
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