Open Poetry #45 |
A worry on the mind |
kudanesh Member
since 2007-12-01
Posts 135Peterborough,England |
A worry on the mind The answer to witch I can not find Outcomes start to unwind As fears begin to grind There’s a post that must be manned Time to find moral brand The matter might be out of hand Along with a pain not many could stand And now the chips are down Its time to swim or drown In place of a smile there is a frown As the tears come rolling round The pain will not be mild Minds will spin and go wild Some will be easily riled In fear of the fate of this unborn child |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Dear Andrew, you conveyed great anxiety with your words. Hopefully nobody will be riled! May the fate of this unborn child be the fate of being loved. Love, Margherita |
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