Pray
What to do with all that surrounds?
Some as goofy as clowns.
Internal happiness yet to be found.
Others just frown.
Rub shoulders and no one knows.
The struggles and battles grow.
Façade covers as skin tight clothes.
Leaving nothing exposed.
Shutting down in a shell.
Wanting a magic spell.
Only to discover there isn’t an easy way.
Driven to knees to pray.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
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