The Friends Poem by james watkin

The Friends



Made up of what, in yakety-yak
Are, for exchanges, the friends.
A sounding fury, pain-screamed in.
But as what through jesting bends.

Shot off at the borderlands are
Their age-long discrepancies.
Plugging ears for shrapnel, friends
Yet are possibilities!

Tuesday, October 29, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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