To Begin Again
When things are cold and old friends
turn their back on you.
One needs to let go and find new friends,
that honor you.
Where competition is far from first.
And honoring the least poet is your
most veritable thirst.
A small home, most grateful in which to pen
humble verses.
You humble soul’s church is.
But dishonoring a poet, not one soul should do.
To much for any heart to go through.
How to trust vain, humanity, that screams any
site is all about thee.
A home without prizes and bullies with
humanitarian disguises.
Is there such a place?
If only there was one....blessed with a human face.
12-26-2021
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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