Blessings Poem, by Keeter C, at My poetic side

I am divest of brain cells.

Burnt too many I know too well.

The cat is matted mottled and looking rough.

Looking at my governance is tough.

The world crumbles in all our view.

What you let in will replicate anew.

Mankind thinks it knows best.

I for one wish to see this mentality forever rest.

I don’t see a bright sunrise.

I wish a different future if tomorrow morning I rise.

I hate wasps, being stung so much.

And squirrels seeking to nest in my domicile every year and such.

That said I could be hungry, belly swollen from starvation.

Promise made promise kept undeserved blessing of a nation.

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