Sonnet 20
It's no real wonder why
How the days grow on
We are what we are inside
Rather this be weak or strong
The old tree seen it's years
Yet another flower blooms
For what we often seem to fear
Is all but from our own gloom
We search for many things in life
And wind up with nothing more
Sorrow, Tears, And lots of strife
Yet we're better off then some for sure
Look and we shall find how true I agree
Live with love, smiles, and just be happy
poem by Suelynn Walters
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