Budding writer sharing my work and seeking feedback and guidance
And they bow their heads down low
No one knows which way to go
Many die but not near me
They contemplate, gesticulate, commiserate.
Wringing of their hands, firing of the gun
Bagpipes blare their sorrowful mourn
Amazing Grace played to the forlorn.
Church bells ring again, for whom the bell tolls
not yet for me, thank God not yet for me.
Guess I’ll go back to watching more TV.
Boomer who is late bloomer to writing. Healthy addictions include Book TV and exercise. Track all things historic, political, cultural, economic and social. Mixture of tough-love. Minimalist who is fiscally conservative and socially progressive. Realist not afraid to see the glass as half empty. However, still willing to consider outside-the-box, long term solutions to seemingly intractable problems. Old enough to appreciate the greater arc of history while remaining young at heart. View more posts
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