LIFE

Being born is never sad,
That was the day.
I was gifted a mum and dad,
Two brothers and a sister too.

Then one day to soon,
I turned into a kid.
From the beatings,
I always hid.

Then I turned into a lad,
School days for me.
Meant more beatings,
Life for me was sad.

Being bullied was
a way of life,
Until the day I found,
Myself a loving wife.

Who gave me two sons,
That I still adore.
Now with a lovely grandson,
My life is full. Who could
wish for anymore.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-01-13 at 01:55

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
An appreciation for one's 'lot' is a rare commodity these days, and to express it even rarer. So good to know your life is in this state, Alan.
Allen
2023-01-14


Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
Poignant. And says what it needs to say very well, very effectively.
2023-01-13