By Robert Moe
Some say anger and pain are cousins
Always traveling as one.
I’ve felt them both in my days,
Intertwined, solidified,
Almost premeditated,
Enjoying their journey.
But I prefer laughter with my pain.
True partners in survival
A touch of humor in the sorrow
Tempering, if even a shade twisted,
And each glad day
Can carry its drop of pain.
Robert is a part-time poet and full-time person who lives in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains in South Carolina. He has been writing poetry most of his life and writes about personal experiences and feelings, coupling them with imagination. Bob feels that each poem he writes is a living breathing entity always wanting to grow and take on new viewpoints as his experiences change.
Academy of the Heart And Mind 