Poems from A.T.Judge
So many people,
Fear themselves
‘I am ugly, but
I want to be loved
These words I shall repeat
Until they are untrue’
They can no see the...
When all you have left,
Is faith
What is left,
When all faith is lost?
It starts with a chuckle,
And ends in a cough.
The disease has now gone,
Started- it’s taken off.
You’ll say you’re just fine,
Dandy...