A man of any world
bears a label in his heart
''A hault is not my part''
a say on his label so bright
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This a brilliantly written poem, that describes a man at the end of his rope, but yet continues on with life knowing very well the futility of it. This a poem many can relate at times. Please keep writing them.
There are no more options so, he simply dips his head into troubled seas full of worries and anxieties all that he thinks all that he has all that he does is in the name of papers Thank you for inviting me to read your poems, Robinson. I hope you don't mind me picking out a passage I like. I just enjoyed the way it comes across, the sincerity and truth of your lines. I imagine they sound the way you speak.
It's a great poem! ! I like it! !