Morgen Farmer Poet Free verse

It's Never To Late

Sorrow left him for dead in the gutter
Everyone walks by and they see him
Their eyes can see him, but their hearts don't 
Another dreadful morning another night 
Filled with reckless drinking as a way
To cope with his disadvantages 
So...
He gets up and brushes himself off
His sight is upon the rising sun
And his regret behind the parting moon

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Levi Johnson December 18, 2017 at 4:04 PM Morgan, I read your last 4 poems and find this one to stand out. I can feel your emotion of sorrow because you provide details we can relate to. You versed two voices here; the ones who walk by as well as his own. This is a good technique to add to its realism and effectiveness. Your other poems are good, but this one, I feel. Have a great day Morgen Farmer May 15, 2018 at 3:55 PM Hi Levi, I apologize for the late reply. Thank You for reviewing my previous poems, it means allot. I try to use sorrow as a theme to deliver a message.