Poetry Revisited
Meeting Molds Made by Men
This is getting old;
Women fit into men's mold;
What next will unfold?
Men may go to far
Until on warpath women are;
Men now bear each scar.
While we are at church
Must pray for each man's poor soul,
They so badly need.
A comforting thought;
One day they will leave us soon;
Sad poems we will write.
We enlisted in
Poetry Revisited,
To serve our poems well.
(Also our country as well.)
Jim Horn
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