Darkness Dustpan Dear Poem by Adam Thoms
Darkness Dustpan Dear
Endured, Self Assured, Not quite cured,
But treated, damnation defeated, by your side I'm seated, conversation's heated,
We're speaking of love & things of above,
When push comes to pull,
We don't eat ourselves full,
Instead smile and save,
Room for things you gave,
A broom, so, we sweep and waive,
Cobwebs from corners clear,
''Grab the darkness dustpan, Dear.''
Understandable, if a little effort is made. Readable and worthwhile I believe. Not among the best, but not a waste. GW62
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4/25/2024 8:42:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Some great rhymes in this piece..Keep on Writing!