In Gratitude I Weep
Sparse surroundings
Desperate Lives
Days of displeasure
Enchantment does
Time incessant
The cold belies
Sorrow rings hollow
No place to reside
Nothing to treasure
Nothing to eat
A heart held ransome
Days on repeat
But in time I rise
My will-my choice
In hoping peace lies
Today a voice
In life I find joy
In gratitude I weep
My home on the hillside
My home to keep
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Author:
Katie B. (
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Comments1
A poem of priorities and so is life itself. Nicely written Katie
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