Scarring Poem by Richard Bogartz

Scarring



We have our elder statesmen
In the world of sports
Who send their hands a-wandering
Through young boy's shorts.

A far cry from the warring
On the sporting courts
Enduring brand of scarring
But of mental sorts.

Sunday, December 6, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: random thoughts
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