My other brother stuck some yuck in you know where
And of some, have compassion, making a difference.
Before we can forgive the faults in others, we have to forgive the faults in ourselves.
But he left me standing there alone, for he knows not how to wait.
She has been gone a long time. Did he remember her? How will she know?
a 7-line poem written in honor of the 7th anniversary of dVerse Poet's Pub
My love has been away a long, long time, And it looks like he’ll be gone much longer still.
All freedom requires loss of a lesser thing.
It's hard being with an older man
A piece of glass both joins and separates...