They Are Wrong
Men cannot be poets,
Or so it seems in life,
The people that should know it,
Their words do strife.
Cuts you to the bone,
When you read what they have said,
Will not leave you alone,
Run cover your head.
Could not believe it this morning,
When I read these words so grave,
Felt I took a beating,
As if I were a slave.
But is ok for I am strong,
I will try much harder,
To prove,
That they are wrong.
Copyright © Kenneth Fordham | Year Posted 2008
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