L Milton Hankins Poet Light Verse

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

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John Lawless February 26, 2022 at 4:52 AM As has been said many times...."it came to pass...so don't get used to it" (OK, it hasn't been said that many times) L Milton Hankins February 26, 2022 at 9:48 AM Thanks, John. Your comment is well-taken, and I think it aptly applies to my poem.