Are
you in the fog
Not
seeing the bog
Under
your sad feet
With
moving a feat.
Is
not playing ball
Not
standing so tall,
The
pick yourself up –
Life
at times does suck.
Find
yourself firm ground
And
you might feel sound,
Give
the homeless a pound
And
buy a Friend a round.
Store
up in heavenly heaven
Not
being an ungodly Heathen.
©
Andrew Stevenson 01/12/2018
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
Good poem Andrew much truth in what you write.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your weekend.
Yvonne.
Thank you Yvonne, for your kind words. Have a good Weekend yourself. Blessings. Love love, Andrew.
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