......every day, is a celebration.A Poem by HuwHe was looked upon as pitiful Some called him a bore others a spoil sport. All because he didn’t celebrate birthdays nor would he encourage others in doing so. This placed him far outside the acceptable parameters of society with its warped and yet acceptable lets all have a party attitude. People would generally call him miserable They’d mock or simply hate him as being strange. Little did they know, even less did they comprehend that for him, every day, is a celebration. © 2015 Huw |
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1 Review Added on September 20, 2015 Last Updated on September 20, 2015 AuthorHuwAmmanford, Wales, United KingdomAboutI've been commenting on someone's drawings for a couple of months and she asked if I was a published poet. It made me laugh because I'd left school at 13 years old and never completed formal education.. more..Writing
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