Eyerise
Since eyerise I have been,
a bucket full of grins.
May tomorrow come yet,
if all’s implied is sin.
For life is true, once again,
blessed eyeset becomes a welcomed end.
When tomorrow’s love begins with friend,
hate dissipates into the wind.
Fear’s no longer the coin I spend,
courage converts to salve that mends.
Copyright © Olin Poems By | Year Posted 2023
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