By Robin McNamara

By Robin McNamara
Me, Myself and I,
Walked past the wintered
Tree
In the park with itโs departed
Leaves.
Myself though about I
And what to do with Me.
My heart, like the leaves
Fallen in decay.
I was within Myself,
All alone in the park,
With just Me.
Oct 11, 2020 @ 10:39:01
Very beautiful Poem!
Oct 11, 2020 @ 10:44:45
Thank you so much for reading ๐