Poems about share
Gratitude Is Not The Heavens Weighed The Mention
only god detect the sorrow
gratitude is not the mention
the poverty that was not wealth
a value struggle it exist
we bought to ease their place
our share of morning
the heavens weighed the most by far
Except The Day It Lap The Dying This
the poverty that was not wealth
just the day it was
it just reminded me 't was all
and been myself that easy thing
as if my brain had split;
the birds and i, had often shared
i like to see it lap the miles
except the dying this to us
the others look a needless show
i'd give i'd give my life of course
Then I Was
two armies, love and certainty
the birds and i, had often shared
then i remember not,
and he would come again
it troubled me as once i was
but if he ask where you are hid
Our Share Of The Earth
trust the loving promise
afraid to trust the morn
the earth lays back these tired lives
to make me fairest of the earth
put the thought in advance a year
our share of night to bear
a thrust and then for life a chance