Weaken

Weaken fall, on bended knee
Thou have not surrendered ye
Physically thy legs are strong
To carry fourth, where I went wrong
Even when my bones are brittle
Beneath the cold, I sense so little
No knee bends, to beg for sorrow
Alas one thought towards tomorrow
Less I fall on bended knee
Only fools, would walk with thee

Poem By Darryn John Murphy

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