Tom Evans Poet Free verse

Can a Mince Pie Save Me

  I'm teetering on the edge of a cliff 
 The scales are swaying uncontrollably 
 My gloom taints the horizon as I fall 
 Hang on, that's Grandma at the door with some mince pies

  How can I sway so uncontrollably when I must live for those whom live for me? 
 How can I hang my head so low when my Grandma holds her head so high through strife and defeat? 
Have a cup of tea, have a mince pie lovely seeing you, see you again,
  Plunged back into darkness, head so low again there really is no hope again. 

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Beata Agustin July 19, 2025 at 4:58 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Skat A January 27, 2016 at 1:36 PM TOM, A great pleasure to find and read the inspiration poured from your pen today. Love ** SKAT *

Lin Lane January 11, 2016 at 7:20 AM Yes there is. There's always hope. Granny will be back because she loves you. Get the message? Fictional, I hope, and well done.