#451
Those Three
I make no claim to Beauty;
Those who read see why.
Truth does oft elude me;
Frustration writes his sigh.
Goodness is so far from me
(Though Goodness knows I try),
That light years fall between us
Like star-light in the sky.
#451
Those Three
I make no claim to Beauty;
Those who read see why.
Truth does oft elude me;
Frustration writes his sigh.
Goodness is so far from me
(Though Goodness knows I try),
That light years fall between us
Like star-light in the sky.