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Revised No cradle, No box, Just alone with your musings No cradle, no box, no stress just musing Lack of concentration, no endurance Just musing, the end is ardious More time to muse No cradle, no box, no arms to support when bracing becomes a part of belonging, then one understands motives of others, they should understand committment is rubbing the brow, reliving those dreams fading No cradle, no box of comfort as you go on alone |
Additional Notes:
I felt a revision was necessary through the good suggestions supplied by critiquers who responded to this poem, thank you one and all.
My Granddaughter Jennifer made it possible for retyping this revision, without her it might have not been accomplished, plus she types faster and more accurately then me, ha ha. Jo Mo
retyped and original left as to not deny those kind enough to read and comment, scoring will remain intact.
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