Dead rain falls upon my page,
From melancholy springs
Black rain drips from tired eyes,
As life goes down the drain
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A fabulous poem! I sincerely appreciate the beauty of expression of this sweet little piece of work!
Dear Bill, We all go there, more than once. But just think how lucky we are not to be part of that heart-breaking caravan or the rotten countries they come from. and to still live free. I have known tyranny and great fear. And I bless this country. Don't be depressed, we all have to work together to keep minds free, the greatest liberty, And here, we all love you, Bill, my friend.
Liked this very much Bill. Well penned.