The Last LaughA Poem by PetePursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence. - ThoreauThey ridicule me and mock my God. Cross-eyed and charlatan. But when they're tired from running to and fro and going nowhere. Asleep. Like lambs to the slaughter and lost sheep. Without a peep. With joy on my sleeve and peace in my heart. Embarking on a fresh start. I get out of the boat and walk on the water. Separating the wheat from the chaff. I have ... ...the last laugh ... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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Added on March 24, 2019 Last Updated on March 24, 2019 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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