Oh Sorrow Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Oh Sorrow



Forty words:

No friend to ever call her own

Immersed in quietude is she

No merriment to cheer the mind

Living in misery...

Obsessed with yesteryear

And all past cares and woes

Clutching parcels of secrets

As on life's way she goes.

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Joyce Hemsley

Joyce Hemsley

Portsmouth England
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