Because whatever else, there’s this…
I am not the one to solve all problems,
I’ll leave that to another with more sense.
I cannot see the answer to the questions life proposes,
I have not the skill to repair that fence.
You are not the sole proprietor of my problems
or the un-named inheritor in my will;
all the same you know the secrets of my insolence
and will likely continue long after I am still.
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hoping against all odds she might see this.
- Category: Short story
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Comments3
A message that many would like to send but either don't have the courage or the words to send. Nicely said.
Great write
I figure most of us will harbor this feeling for someone. Thank you.
You're welcome
Superb work.
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