Laying in a closed room
Looking through the window
Watching trees, birds, squirrels
And passengers on the road
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The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection. this is the first poem i read from since i got better i am so happy i did so.......excellent sir well done
i am with needles too! ! ! And feeling better! Hope you too.
Such a sad tale, but the heart still struggles to see the beauty in the sunset, so that it can be savored...I struggle through much physical pain, on a daily basis, and found this inspiring me to push onward. Thank you for inviting me in. As always, dear poet, I wish you PEACE.
As we approach the evening of life, certain things become dearer to us than before! When we had our blood boiling in us, we had no time to watch Nature or its serene charms! A beautiful write! !