Cross I Wear Poem by Walter C. Edwards
Cross I Wear
85747A long day to where,
with a fork in the road,
to a dusty trail I follow,
then to no mans land,
no bed to sleep in,
not a place to call home,
springs are dried up,
no water they bare,
legs are broken from,
this cross I ware,
long time my soul has been hollow,
sing a sad song tonight,
legs are broken,
sleep in sorrow,
an then again it goes.
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4/19/2024 10:18:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
long time my soul.. good write, thanks. I like it. Please read my new poems.