A Poor Boy's Bagatelle Comments
My birthday heralds my first decade of life
The air I breathe clings frozen like an insulting knife,
Icing the inside of the old snow white window panes,
The bed bugs do not stir snug under the iron bed frames,
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Great work here Mate. Especially like the 'clings frozen like an insulting knife....'
Childhood memories are treasure for a poet. A mere bagatelle has turned into such a worthy poem. It is your artistry, Ken.
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8/24/2025 7:50:33 AM # 1.0.0
Good Poem took some thought RGDS TOBIAS