The Sky Is Made Of Worries

Dropping down upon us
Problems fall like rain
Wipe them off your coat
And more will fall again
The sky is made of worries
Dripping onto everyone
It has always been that way
Luckless daughter or son
The clouds will not warn us
Laughing sun canít care
We grounded sad creatures
Targets from everywhere

Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-01-18 at 12:58

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Dave your skill is amazing. Tight hard edged and right to the point. Well done!

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Brilliant! Problems never end, "fall like rain. Wipe them off your coat, and more will fall again."


Truly said. :)

Yah, more problems every day. Especially with
that foul mouth in the White House.