Sunday’s birth
Supposed to be full of grace
And also of happiness and mirth
But that is not my rightful place
Never good nor gay
Even though I was born on Sabbath day
Always wanted to get away
Even though I had nowhere to stay
Couldn’t live to my full potential
To be Sunday's child
My person not essential
Executed without a trial
A contest entry
- Monday's Child by malmadre.
1000 points, ended February 21, 2008, 13 entries
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Comments
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This poem sounds like it's coming from a life that is over, I hope not. It has an interesting rhyme scheme and while I am not an expert on poetry, It's form is almost like free verse but still rhymes with the center verse ending with the same sound, I do this sometimes and do entire poems that same way. Interesting!
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