Treasure Island

Philip Carter

(London)

Not Many Blessings To Count


My life is like a bowl of fruit
That's old and going bad
If you saw me on the street
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Thought of this when I saw a bedraggled person wandering the street.

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  • Hans Vr (4/27/2013 12:50:00 AM)

    Very good poem, Philip.
    Even a beggar has his own blessings.
    So true. I think of eyesight as one of the greatest blessings.
    The power to think
    ....
    Well written (Report) Reply

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