My memory has not been that great
At least not so much as of late
Though certain poem stick in my mind
For they are all of the same kind...
Now the mantel I must carry again
Taking my mind to way back when
I wrote for the many loves of my life
How pain cut my heart like a knife...
Let the words with a poets ease flow
Write with every style that I know
Not for ego not for win place or show
Just to share with the interested...
JJSweets 04Mar21 18:33hrs
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