These thoughts of mine
Wander
Through the mazes
Of a puzzled mind
Until the issues
Hidden behind
My weariness rhyme
Could I be a poet by design
I could never push someone down
So I might climb
Pretending to be wise
Makes one blind
I’ll stick to these simple lines
And bide my time!
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 8:16 AM UTC
These thoughts of mine
Wander
Through the mazes
Of a puzzled mind
Until the issues
Hidden behind
My weariness rhyme
Could I be a poet by design
I could never push someone down
So I might climb
Pretending to be wise
Makes one blind
I’ll stick to these simple lines
And bide my time!
Traveler Tim
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