There's little to have but the things I had,
There's little to bear but the things I bore.
There's nothing to carry and naught to add,
And glory to Heaven, I paid the score.
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This poem is less about weariness than it is about swearing off men! Still, very well written. (I wonder did she write this in jest?) RIP Dorothy. Your work lives on.
There's little to have but the things I had, There's little to bear but the things I bore. There's nothing to carry and naught to add, And glory to Heaven, I paid the score. excellently composed
She need to scratch a little deeper... bury those claws, Dorothy.
At a heart unclad! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This is a poem of exquisite beauty interspersed with a philosophy of life. Loved its lyrical flow and its message. Thanks.
Beautiful poem! The pain of reality and the rhythm of life less than perfect and ordinary send us the spark to brighten our soul.
For me “a heart unclad” is a striking image. But if we use more common words like “jaded” or “hardened” we realize this condition stands in the way of love and awe. -GK
What a beautiful poem! ! The repetition of Scratch a lover, and find a foe. makes it so sweet to read and its quite a meaningful line. Hope you will find peace and happiness forgetting the past. Very nice.10++++
There's little to do but I did before, There's little to learn but the things I know; And this is the sum of a lasting lore: Scratch a lover, and find a foe.....nice theme. Beautiful poem shared.
It’s about death and inevitable weariness from Lost expectations