He was going to give advice,

’bout attitudes readers think nice…

How personal thought

Can be fraught,

With putting some readers on ice.

The poet’s personal downer,

It’s hard to see all around her…

eyes full of scales

while she flails,

The silent who leave astound her!

Sometimes I think my rhymes,

for crying too many times…

Abandoned are

By people scarred,

Who seek more positive lines!

Before a poet points fingers,

He looks to what within him lingers…

Depression is real

But people feel

Too much of it soils their fingers….so to speak!

So put on a brave face,

Whenever one can replace…


that hints…woe is me…

Suggesting we need more than grace!

Jonathan Caswell

(Another way to say this…is…not all personal battles should be presented here—perhaps it is better to find other putlets to deal with them, than on these pages. Am I thinking of anyone in particular? Yeah—me!)

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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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