I've been played with, trifled, fooled, teased, and
Made out to be the big, bad beast.
Then taken on as a burden to bear,
Perhaps they thought that would make things square.
But I'm just a pup, once homeless and lone,
Who longs to sing a lover's song.
So I'll work all day and I'll work all night
To find a way to make wrong right.
....just musing
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Wonderful Poem
So glad I stopped by your page to read. This was a delight to read this morning. I enjoyed reading the rhyme and flow. Nice positive ending.
You take care.
Bless You,
Sandy
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Aha! Now in it's rightful place,
this thoughtful piece.
Life lived and endured explained intriguingly,
the future foretold as purposeful.
Such a great closing, those last two lines
leading to "to make wrong right."
Bravo, PJ, for creating this.
M-C
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this was really wonderful.. something that was soft and yet sad as well. beautifully written.
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