Peccadilloes
Lest I be stymied by life’s little peccadilloes,
I try not to be astounded by what comes my way
For life and love are not without wearisome billows,
And not everything that’s delightful comes to stay.
written February 25, 2022
submitted to "Bite Size Poem No. 38" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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