WHEN….


The accumulation

of lifes ravages

beset thee,

frowning displeasure

there’d be.

Childlike theories

childlike actions there’d be.

Suffering survivor,

a longing to comfort thee.

Wearied, forlorn is there

no respite?, suffering survivor

a champions fight.

A body beset with

enemies of health

enemies of youth,

life as we know it

too precious to loose.

©️PSA 25/6/20.




		
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