The Fool, MeA Poem by Calvin Warden II
To know the pain she feels
She talks to me "The Fool" Not her but me I know how she feels Lost alone and afraid So out of place As if from another time To join this strange (human) race See the fool on the hill I said to introduce myself Yet it's but a dream 'Cause in the walking hour Thir sight of her is gone "The Fool" is still me © 2020 Calvin Warden II |
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Added on March 10, 2020 Last Updated on March 10, 2020 AuthorCalvin Warden IISaint Louis, MOAboutI'm a father of two wonderful kids and I've been writing poetry for well over 25 years now. I have no true style to speek of manily writing in free verse. My poems range from immature to thought provo.. more..Writing
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