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My Mother loved this poem. the last few lines made her sad though. She would often comment that the speaker should have been closer to Heaven the older he became.
You show some promise, but the archaic language lets you down. Try to read some good contemporary poets and expand your thoughts without the restriction of form.
what a meaningful poem that taught me the meaning of sacrifice, the woman decided to make a song of her pains to make the rich happy although the song will never reach the rich
Tim Turpin he was gravel-blind,And ne'er had seen the skies :For Nature, when his head was made,Forgot to dot his eyes. So, like a Christmas pedagogue,Poor Tim was forced to do -Look out for pupils; for he hadA vacancy for two.