Poem of the Month: Keep me from being free
Don’t be a moaner. Don’t be a groaner, or so they say Be grateful for what you have That’s what they say I’m tired of what they have to say To whisper us lies They work us all day and night long The stars shining The crickets chirping The flowers blooming Still, we plow the fields We mow the lawns We pick the corn … Continue reading Poem of the Month: Keep me from being free
