A Far Away Curtained For Certain Land. Poem by Michael Gale
A Far Away Curtained For Certain Land.
So far away, far away, far away land...
This be my saddened forlorn mispent dealt hand.
Far reaching my saddened heart...
Shocking paddles are needed for an unselfish caring, fresh new second chanced start.
Pain does toil in my bodily system to commit way too much damage of spoil....
This is my final lifely royal like kingdom.
This final song in my heart keeps singing it's song longly sad and achingly wrong...
T'will'st this remain my final last swan song sung as singing?
Yes dear reader of readings well poor...
No more score so sore this last final score.
Curtain...
For assuredly certain.
I see your faraway land through your flimsy curtain and it's frgility too. The uncertain sail without a rudder she goes to the infinity? Michael I grabbed your sad poem............thanks.
Provockative Write, GOOD SIR...lOOKS LIKE YA' MIGHT GOTS A GREEN MACHINE ON YIR ARSE, MJG...THE VOTE BEFORE ME WAS A 1, & OF COURSE W/ NO COMMENT.cOWARDS FEED OFF THEMSELVES TIL THEY CHOKE & NO ONE IS THERE TO SAVE THEM....NICE WRITE MIKE''''''''''''''''''FJR
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/1/2024 8:51:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wistful, poignant and hauntingly sad. You have a way with words. Kind regards, sandra