MercyA Poem by Cwortknee
I'm like a bug
beneath his boot his foot will fall and I'll expire he's the reaper I'm the victim he won't barter he won't reason I'll try my best to stay in grace I'll overcome
this tragedy I'll take my place where I belong and he will be f o r g i v e n. © 2012 Cwortknee |
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Added on November 6, 2012 Last Updated on November 8, 2012 AuthorCwortkneeALAboutMy favorite poems by Robert Frost: Nothing Gold Can Stay- "Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. S.. more..Writing
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