Sunday’s Poetry Post

POSSIBILITY

 

Will our love

Lift us above,

Be strong enough

When life’s rough?

 

Carry us through

Old and new,

Weather the storm

Keep us warm?

 

Never fade away,

Shame or stray,

Become a life

Free from strife?

 

What will come

Is kept mum.

Nothing will grow

Until we sow.

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About John Northcutt Young

I write. Remember making-up stories from spelling words in the fifth grade. A journalism degree followed. Thanks for looking.
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