Again didn’t get my due ,
a mere tiny dew on the greenish
hue, it was here but now
It’s gone. A due that I
thought I earned , I was
told is now all burnt.
With blank eyes I see,
my share passed on to the
to the shadow on the right.
While I turned to my emaciated self,
the gloated shadow flipped its
monstrous ears , came and stood
this time on my left.
8 thoughts on “My Due”
Thanks a lot for your kind words, appreciate it.
clever clever 👍👍
It’s not a very good poem though!
it’s good enough for rock and roll 😊
it’s good enough for rock and roll 🌷