Possibly At Times
In all sincerity
It is a pathetic pity
With such velocity
This sadness born
out of the blue
That decides to
levy itself on you
In your fixed stillness
I sense your illness
You lost a pet
Somebody made you upset
You lost a friend
Your broken heart
is yet to mend
You were once abused
Possibly at times
wrongly accused.
You marriage is on the rocks
You got divorced,
left without a buck
You lost a fortune
Your voice can’t sing a tune
You lost in love
perhaps at one stage got robbed
Your life is a mess
Everything around you depresses
Whatever the circumstances
Accept my sympathy
And if I happen to
show no sympathy.
This poem was written/submitted by WILFRED JOHN.
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