Hermit

Jabberwocky

 

I was not always holy

I was not always damned

 

But time has taught me slowly

To find my place to stand

 

Somewhere south of heaven

Some ways north of hell

 

I found the peace to leaven

The truth I had to tell.

 

But life has from me taken

All ears both near and far

 

I mumble in my cabin

But leave the door ajar.

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Jabberwocky (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 11th, 2019 17:41
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 18
  • Users favorite of this poem: Alan .S. Jeeves
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  • Goldfinch60

    In life we need to be aware of both good and bad, leaving the door ajar is the right way to do it.

  • Alan .S. Jeeves

    This poem has everything for me. Very well done. Yes.
    I would like to make it a fave if I may.

    Kind regards, Alan

    • Jabberwocky

      Iā€™m glad it spoke to you. Of course you can add it to your favourites. How can I be anything other than flattered šŸ™‚



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