Poems from arichmond617
It was a year of strife and pain,
it was a year of stress,
Yet I would suffer twice as much
to earn what I've been blessed.
Had one thing...
In English class, predictably,
The teacher told us patiently
About the forms of poetry
And how to write them well.
Entranced by artful...
Were I to never think before I act,
Misfortune would abound incessantly.
My reason is what keeps my life intact.
It’s what I hold most...