Here I stand all alone.
There is not another.
Can't you see
It's only me
And I have no brother?
So it is the work of two,
I alone must do.
This is my trial, my test, my joy,
Until my life is through.
This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
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