Woebegone
The land known as woebegone
Is a grim and forlorn place,
No good times, none at all
No smiles upon a face.
In woebegone dwells misery
A place where people scream,
And since my love, you left me
In woebegone, I've been.
There is a fabled realm called hope
Where dreams they say come true,
If I ever find it,
My love, will I find you.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2018
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