The saying goes something like this, "There's not a horse that can't be rode, and a man that can't be throwed."
On to the next episode
but I know I've been throwed
from the horse that I've rode
Looking back I've got to
reap what I've sewed
Makes no difference if
I've been mowed
Life is an up and down affair
in which the devil always stare
and other people will hardly care
Others have very little love
to spare
Nevertheless I've been there
wondering and lost somewhere
For each day I have a grey hair
The pains come in pair
At this moment I flirt
can't seem to forget the hurt
At the same time I've taken
off that shirt
I sit here fumbling with forget
trying not to soak up regret
As I dabble in thank the Lord
I've paid the price on
what I can afford
opg
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Reviewed by Barbara Henry
Reviewed on March 5, 2010
OnepoetGem,
Great write,as a former high school English teacher,the emphasis is on former,I think this poem says a lot,and if you had used any other mode of expression,i.e.standard English,its true meaning,and much of the poem's appeal,would have been lost or 'throwed' away.
I like this one!
Continued success~
Barbara Henry
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Great write,as a former high school English teacher,the emphasis is on former,I think this poem says a lot,and if you had used any other mode of expression,i.e.standard English,its true meaning,and much of the poem's appeal,would have been lost or 'throwed' away.
I like this one!
Continued success~
Barbara Henry
Be always safe,
Karen
You sound like you have been around as long as I have.
God bless,
Lew