Spare me your ditty of self-pity...
Your ballad of self-obsession;
Be aware this life we share
Is a "sad and glad" procession
That we all join from another's loin
Without a say in the matter
So make the best of all the rest
And leave out the "me...me" chatter!
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It seems like a very "me-me" poem
Much obliged for the comments and the "likes".
Not so, MC! We need much more self-indulgent navel-gazing on this site.
Good point. Good poem.
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M.C. Newberry
Thu 26th Nov 2020 18:08
ARB - in a sense, you are right, of course. It's me losing patience
with the frequency of those who seem perpetually inward-looking
but not keeping it to themselves. Perhaps believing that misery
loves company.
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