Shades of life, underneath this brilliant sun
On the fence about this place; my earth
Talk of, bags of joy; brewing with the agony of defeat
In a palace of plenty, not much thought to this
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What if? ...i love the flow and the thoughts...touching....
Wow...this is so true in many ways...I mean how many what ifs can we have in our lifes...I often think if my father had not taken the boat to New Zealand I would not be here right now...shakes my head heaven forbid what I be or how I would of turned out....shivers. This David is a brilliant poem I loved its flow have you thought about using stanza's in your poetry...looking forward to reading more.
Brewing with the agony of defeat. Brilliant. Although my father and his side are dead to me.