Wondering
Don't ask me how life gets so hard.
I haven't got a clue.
For even when I stay on guard,
The woes keep slipping through.
Before me people wander round
Their perfect placid days.
Where did they find the messenger
Who taught them carefree ways?
Copyright © Jeanne Hicks | Year Posted 2016
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