My Own
FREE EPIC VERSE
what a poor and meager place,
set aside for old age and retirement.
what a struggle with little mouths to feed!
did ever a person wish to help,
for that was the time for milk
and things for growing minds.
struggled on with no such aid,
never with the naked eye did
once looked upon that place
much narrower indeed!
knowing that they had their own
green and fertile too.
what a bounteous space to claim!
what a thing it would be to need
that struggled-for narrow space
I cared not to behold.
never to give either thought or kind.
Copyright © Rainbow Promise | Year Posted 2016
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