Holes And Nails Poem by Piccola Topo Gigio
Holes And Nails
Me?
I'm a wooden door,
Full of holes and nails.
Holes and nails,
That in me were put,
Along the way.
And howbeit all these,
Holes and nails,
Without restoration, replacement, or repair,
I've become well aware,
That I'm one of the most beautiful doors,
Ever to be made.
*An old synoptic one I found, dating from 2012.
Thursday, April 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical
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5/1/2024 11:33:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely poem, Gina. Thanks for sharing
Thank you for the nice compliment, Kurt. :)