Lord Humbling Poem by james watkin

Lord Humbling



Mire-visaged, I feel the press
Of his counsel most wise.
In a life-crawl, what's scraped up for
A reptile's enterprise!

Felt to be stood over of
With cane, and a grimace;
Through each souring of respect met;
Or weather's; place to place.

Thursday, September 26, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: earth,life
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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