In the crude and fabulous
moral-lesson sense embraced
and abandoned by turns, by
modern makers and interpreters
of fairy tales, winking so hard
sometimes the other eye pops
out,
I am sure there is a reason
why we met, and why
we loved. However,
I have no idea
what it is, or might be,
or was.
or might be
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Monday, January 01, 2024
the moral sense
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