When Free As The Sky Poem by james watkin

When Free As The Sky

Say it, spill it. I'll not catch
Those tears of regret!
In having to admit it;
Be so troubled by.
Yet proved no contradiction.
When free as the sky.

Had more to rejoice about
With less bought and owned.
Whilst no further into delved
Learning's self conceit
Than for a world, with a ball
Kicked, chased down one street.

Wednesday, September 25, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
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james watkin

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