Poems of Lighthouse Bob
The Glen #301
The Glen Just living life as oft I tried to leave my mark, but just skimmed by I happened on a solace place where in the glen, ‘twas seen-a trace- a trace of something once I knew could lift me up, could help me through but in my fears, within I cried, ‘twas gone alas-‘twas Love denied. Denied by me! How could I face the remnants lost, the sheer disgrace of knowing Love without reply beheld in glen ‘twixt You and I. Lighthouse Bob |
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The Glen #301
The Glen #301