The End
THE END
With the God of all God’s now out of my system what is left to writeIs there anything that is new out there that is not the same old shite
With no longer a pen to paper and the mind-set of a poet do I slaveThe milestones of poetry all reached have I now dug my own grave
My epitaph all written for all those who ever come to see then readRead “Forgive me Lord for words wrote of ignorance - I do plead”
Indiana Shaw . . .
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2017
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