Thursday, June 18, 2015


The tumbleweed acquired the dust of countless, barren days
A disappointing life, it seemed, in oh, so many ways
The desert plain goes on and on, no end within one's sight
A struggle, once again, ensues, there is no end to plight
But, note, a disappointing life is in this case anointing
'Tis not to say, of this assured, that life is disappointing


© 2015 whickwithy


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