While you were here you walked with a limp
Always having to take your time
In heaven now, I know you can run and jump as never before
While you were here, you carried a great burden of trouble and lacked the one love you always longed for. That trouble and burden are long forgotten in heaven now, you heart is happy and carefree
While you were here, you often felt left behind by the times. In heaven now, you are totally up to speed and never get left behind
outstanding write! thanks for sharing! love, your friend, karen lynn. (((HUGS))) :)
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on November 24, 2002
God bless you hon. Things seem so hard at times. We, as we are young, see ourselves left out. The older we grow ... we find ways to compensate and find love. You really need to read Linda M. Hill. Linda is an "empath." Her poetry will touch your heart. Bill
P.S. Tell her Bill sent you!
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It is a hard road, if you are thinking of publication. But don't worry too much about this. Some of the dog poets are published. Usually by vanity presses, or maybe the ugly ... poetry.com site. Bill
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P.S. Tell her Bill sent you!
You are headed in the right direction. It takes much dedication and effort to become a "Top" poet. Many poets go through life though without the recognition they deserve.
It is a hard road, if you are thinking of publication. But don't worry too much about this. Some of the dog poets are published. Usually by vanity presses, or maybe the ugly ... poetry.com site. Bill