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of a not so rosy world

Me

Posted on August 3, 2020 by rosyretrospection

I cannot ask;

I will not ask.

Denial mortified me!

I can only take

What is freely given.

I am not moss;

I am not vine.

I do not cling;

I do not burden.

I am just me!

4 thoughts on “Me”

erusso03@nycap.rr.com on August 4, 2020 at 12:06 PM said:

Ah, how we would all like to be Not a clinging vine or burden. Liz

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- rosyretrospection on August 5, 2020 at 11:43 AM said:
  
  My poetry reflects my moods.
  
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Annu on August 15, 2020 at 6:18 PM said:

I liked it. What a simple poem: sweet!!

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- rosyretrospection on August 30, 2020 at 10:53 AM said:
  
  Thank you.
  
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