A Plea For Survival
Why is it you make so many demands
Always wanting me to do things your way?
I get so tired of hearing your commands
Just watching the myriad games you play,
I would like to think for just this one day
I could manage to speak words to the wise
And feel like I'm not wearing a disguise,
Can't you let me be who I know I am?--
Not being waylaid by your constant tries
To always make me follow your program.
written July 10, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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