Stretched To The Limit - Poem by Melvina Germain
In all my unhappiness rivers do run cold
an ancient body tires in a state of old.
When trials become the worded tale,
an old woman becomes the pale.
A wretched time of life, rude and cruel
false promises turn smart people to fools.
To pause from reality, live in delusions midst
presents the mark who laid down for a kiss.
Wiped clean a mountain years to build
took hope and trust away, an old cads skill.
Mourn, mourn though death has not occurred,
worse than death hell happened in a word.
Written by: Melvina Germain
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