Short poems

Oath of man.

Oath of man.

15/02/18

Don’t bother with the oaths of men for matters of the heart.

Paper doesn’t charge, grow or alter for a start.

A promise meant is a promise kept and a forest grown is an ocean wept.

A mothers love.

A fathers oath.

They have them both.

They have them both.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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