Recluse, With Reservations Poem by james watkin

Recluse, With Reservations



Wondered about, waited on
Prayerful pleaded for.
Life, Love's joy-bright face, aimed at
Heart's saving relief.

This safe use of time, left to
Fate to smash its door
As much of whom lauded, lone
Wastes away from grief!

Tuesday, July 5, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: fate,past,lonely
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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