Helen C Capan
Phone And Phone - Poem by Helen C Capan
On the corner of Phone and Phone I stand
Wond’ring: does help live at the other end?
With nowhere to turn and no dime to spend,
I guess I have fences I need to mend.
I once believed that all roads end
at places where you cannot bend,
but I have found the strength to stand
is really what my life demands.
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