Merchant of Woe (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #19)   Leave a comment

I am the merchant of woe
I bring my wares with me wherever I go
My goods are always to blame
Even when bought under a different name
The price is never a lot
At first, but soon it takes everything you’ve got
Pray you don’t see me around
With me, only pain and misery abound

– SR Romney 2020

Posted 04/19/2020 by Shaman in National Poetry Writing Month 2020

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