Lightning hit that big oak tree.
Sis “How do you know?”
Me “Cause Lightning hit that big oak tree.”
Guess if you squander credibility in your past. Those doubts seem to last.
Sometimes everyone you know thinks you wrong.
I guess it’s always been my song.
If I present you truth it’s always judged by the transgressions of my youth.
Regaining credibility in someone’s eyes perhaps will never be.
Yet it does not discredit the truths I see.
Late night musings erase boundaries better left intact.
But if not for those how to know where I am at?
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Keeter C (
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A topic not too common, yet eternally relevant.🙏
Thank you
Philosophical, psychological, poetically put this poem is well thought out. Once credulity is lost it is almost impossible to regain. Nicely done in poetic form a fave
This is a reflective and introspective piece. Nicely written.
Thank you very much.
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