I Breeze Through Life Not With Wind

Poem By George BernardBloodyShaw

Here I am,
Not broken-hearted.
Cooking the tea
I've just started.

It's me....

Happy to be
Not to pay
That penny
Like those that never got started.

I've saved that penny
From heaven...

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