Wishing Well Poem by Bill Cantrell

Wishing Well

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If my pen could save life,
Then I would be one anointed,
By the most high
Yet, death keeps taking my loved ones

To cast a spell,
Upon the maiden,
To serve my every need,
Would be to forfeit my dignity
And yet, I am a man

To grant everyone's wishes,
Would be my undoing
It would turn sheep into vipers
Again, I find myself giving

And here, I vent my pain,
My hearts desires,
To touch,
To feel,
To attempt a piece,
Of all the things mentioned,
I find myself,
A simple poet
And this is enough for me

Wishing Well
Wednesday, September 11, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Just a quick poem of random thoughts
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
LeeAnn Azzopardi 11 April 2022

Bravo! Bill I wish my pen would do the same

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