Come These Fruits

Yesterday I fasted, fallow,
Then ate one orange on the morrow.
Were it that I became so thin,
I’d cut these waves as though a fin.

Can’t be just me who wouldn’t care
Were it that I would disappear.
Though tempting ’tis to run away,
What we’re given we’re meant to face.

Come these fruits or come rough water,
Let not them be laid down in squander.

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    1. Awww thank you. Not only does it connect me to the very human struggles of other eras that those poets used, it also removes me from the current trends and pressures around me by avoiding slang and lingo in certain circumstances. Helps me remember to move outside of a situation and stick to a high principle. Though, some poems use and need current connotative speech which is fine too. don’t get me wrong. Hi. hahhahahah. hope you are well.


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