On Winning
On the pillow, rests my ear.
Filling with salty, joy-filled tears.
Grateful rivulets for the poetry I’ve done.
A gift from God’s only Son.
I have no picture of myself, as some
poetess divine,.
Nor in a race with anyone, to hold a trophy
that sparkles and shines.
Because my life is a proven, record of
outstanding wins.
I leave this game to others. who most
deservedly, should take a spin!
12/4/2022
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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