Trouble Lies Yonder Poem by Charlotte Ballard
Trouble Lies Yonder
Trouble lies yonder
I dare not go and see
To whom the blow is struck
For it could turn out to be me.
Dally here a while,
In the folds of my gown
While you close your eyes
So blue, I’ll sing for thee.
Let me whisper a love song
In rhythm with the birds
To catch the unbroken
Breath, hitched to a song.
Trouble lies yonder
Don’t go and see
For whom the blow is struck
Might end up being thee.
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