Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Re-Armored

Worry and strife 
  never really leave

They just change 
  direction and form

When one plant’s watered
   another wilts

Your heart no longer safe
   once torn

Trouble that’s papered 
  over with wealth

Set fire 
  by money and fame

Is a sadness you try 
  so hard to lose

Hiding re-armored 
  —and waits to reclaim

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)

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