Bleedy Knee’ds

My knees hurt,

They hurt with pain,

For I pray,

About a dain,

For he is small,

Yet filled with might,

He walks in ways,

I can’t contrive,

I wish I were,

Wise as him,

To think as big,

With cheerful grin,

For he who knows,

May never tell,

That truth be told,

He thinks so well,

That we are odd,

That we are each,

A faithful part,

Of this disease,

A virus yes,

We all retain,

It’s filled with poison,

Called passion-disdain,

We each have want,

We each have ways,

Where agony grows,

So hard to blaze,

To make a flame,

To make a light,

Of each emotion,

So weird in time,

Yet he whose small,

Continues to grow,

He’s clever in thoughts,

I pray for those.

I WISH I COULD BE HAPPY AS A DWARF… THEY SEEM HAPPY…

 

 

 

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