The Bliss That It MissedA Poem by TTBoy28I put my hand through a window and stopped at the wrist oh, the bliss that it missed with delusions of grandeur what has come of this What was clear in its approach found me on a slow train in coach Oh, the bliss that it missed Did I make a good wish with all that's left on my list? The casing needed replacing as I was all about defacing What should have cut Now leaves me in a rut Oh, the bliss that it missed Again and again I come back to my now old friend Oh, the bliss that it missed As the light shines, I kissed And drink fine wine with cheese swissed © 2011 TTBoy28 |
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Added on July 26, 2011 Last Updated on July 26, 2011 |

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