I’m told that somewhere it rains,

Every day, filling drains…

happening here

And someone made clear

They don’t want me sharing their things.

Disconnects ‘tween brain and tongue,

Every so often they come…

Used to it he

Really should be,

Most often when approaching the young!

Regardless, for him don’t cry,

He makes it his business to try…

But letting guards down

Is often grounds,

For telling a fellow  “BYE-BYE”!

Jonathan Caswell


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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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