Lately, she’s complained a lot
Despite the luxuries she’s got.
It is rather bad
To express feelings that are sad.

When the sun shines her heart lifts,
As through good thoughts her mind sifts,
While stroking a tabby cat,
She reads a book, comfortably sat.

Lately, things have not gone well.
What they were she will not tell.
For to reiterate such pain
Means she wont be read again.



  1. I think that writing poetry is of itself a very good thing, I found that anyway. When you make it public other people can get something from what you’ve written, and you can reveal whatever you want, because in poetry, truth is both hidden and visible. Just my thoughts.

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