When One Wonders Poem by James Walter Orr

When One Wonders



We've plumbed our own hearts,
'till they're too sore to touch.
We'd speak to your soul,
but our pain's grown too much.
We'll chew on our lips,
to not break down and cry,
and pass it along,
in the sweet by and by.

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James Walter Orr

James Walter Orr

Amarillo, Texas, U.S.A.
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