I Was
I was injured and missed about twenty years,
I cannot imagine all our tons of shed tears.
I did notice with the passing of years,
I found myself meeting others, that became my peers.
I did notice with the passing of years,
I was subjected to more ridicule and sneers.
I found with the passing of years,
I met special people that would lend me their cheers.
I found with the passing of years,
I still felt like my heart kept being attacked by spears.
I found that with the passing of the missing years,
I once again made new friends that support me like thier peers!
Debbie M Wilson
Home » Debbie Wilon's poems and prose » I Was
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
0 comments:
Post a Comment