An old poem reworked, a Tyburn , I wrote back in 2018.
image from Pixabay
Not

Not for want of trying, I
Have spread my wings,to learn to fly.
Not for want of doing right
I’ve raged and screamed against the night
Not only for myself
I’ve questioned the distribution of wealth .
Not for my grandchildren but also me
I tried to set the oppressed free
And scrape the plastic from the sea.
Not just on a whim
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Oct 10, 2020 @ 10:04:25
Heartfelt words, Sis 💜
Oct 10, 2020 @ 10:07:21
Thank you Sis they do still hold meaning 💜💜
Oct 10, 2020 @ 11:27:31
Clever!
Oct 10, 2020 @ 11:44:53
Thank you Jane 💜
Oct 10, 2020 @ 11:46:50
So heartfelt! 💕
Oct 10, 2020 @ 11:47:37
It was then Maggie, but even more so now 💜
Oct 10, 2020 @ 13:49:52
Can feel your words deep inside
Oct 10, 2020 @ 13:54:13
It was heartfelt then, and even more so now 💜
Oct 10, 2020 @ 14:06:18
🧡
Oct 10, 2020 @ 14:29:27
Very well done, Willow. Thank goodness for people like you.
Oct 10, 2020 @ 14:35:54
We all can help we all can pray . I do hope you are all well💜💜
Oct 10, 2020 @ 14:53:54
beautiful and from the soul
Oct 10, 2020 @ 13:14:18
Thank you Beth 💕
Oct 10, 2020 @ 15:32:46
I love this poem. When I read it, I imagine wide open wings with arms reaching out with healing. We do what we can.
Oct 10, 2020 @ 14:08:07
We do and the power of thought helps 💜
Oct 10, 2020 @ 22:55:26
It does! ❤
Oct 10, 2020 @ 23:09:28
Yes indeed 💜
Oct 10, 2020 @ 18:11:19
I love this!
Oct 10, 2020 @ 18:19:04
Thank you, I am glad you do 💜
Oct 10, 2020 @ 18:29:28
💜
Oct 10, 2020 @ 18:56:40
Good timing for reposting this…. our thoughts and meditations do help! 💗💗💗
Oct 10, 2020 @ 18:57:33
Yes indeed they do 💜