The sorrow filled
The bottle so nicely,
Drips in the bucket,
Overflowing.
Tears fall,
Like autumn rains,
So labored,
So trying,
Are my emotions,
which flood
The days and nights,
I spend crying,
Ahead I see nothing,
Nothing but sorrow,
Twisted together with grief,
Oh, how trying it is.
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Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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Be safe,
Karen