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Gwyneth Campbell Poem
Do you remember the green grassy meadow?
Where our flower bouquets were filled with yellow,
Where the only feelings we had were mellow.
Do you remember that old treehouse?
Where I spilt grape juice on your blouse,
And that glass jar, where we caught a louse.
Do you remember those kites that we flew?
Up in the sky, shining so blue,
When we talked of our problems, the old, and the new.
Somedays I think back, to when we were young,
On Christmas eve, when the choir sung,
And that wreath that we hung, upon the door, when we were young.
Copyright © Gwyneth Campbell | Year Posted 2023
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Gwyneth Campbell Poem
I feel depressed.
I just want to rest.
But I don’t protest.
So you wouldn’t have guessed.
I want to go home.
At recess I roam.
But I’m still alone.
Guess I’m on my own.
I sit here and think.
And I’m on the brink.
My smile will shrink.
So lower I sink.
You can’t read my thoughts.
My silence was taught.
Because those battles I fought,
Well their victory was bought.
I feel so lost.
My words were just tossed,
Because the truth was glossed,
And now I pay the cost.
No one understands,
My pride’s in my hands,
And my patience expands,
For all of the people that misunderstand.
But my eyes are dry,
You think that I’m shy,
My self-doubt is high,
Because it’s all a lie.
Copyright © Gwyneth Campbell | Year Posted 2023
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