The “I” in me brings out that cry in me; It drags me to dwell in the sty in me. Like others I too have the lie in me That pushes me over to the spy in me. That cankerous ego should die in me. I want to dig out the supply in me Of the virtues and hopes that lie in me.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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