Let the rains come
I can weather them
Let them pour down
I have an umbrella
Let them try to ruin me
I can survive them
Let them kill me
I’ll embrace death
Bob Boyd
My Archived Poetry Blog With 3,750 poems
Let the rains come
I can weather them
Let them pour down
I have an umbrella
Let them try to ruin me
I can survive them
Let them kill me
I’ll embrace death
Bob Boyd
People said she was ugly.
To him she was beautifully unique.
And often a beautiful face conceals
an uglier heart than a so-called ugly face.
People never looked past her face;
they never saw the angelic beauty within.
He saw it. He saw the incomparable beauty within.
And he felt blessed by the Lord above
when she agreed to marry him and give him her love.
Bob Boyd
Tell a lie enough
better if you twist
the truth with it
and many easily
duped people
will believe it
as if it were the
undeniable truth
Even wiser ones
might buy into a
well told lie too.
For a primer on
this, watch the
disgraced MSM.
Bob Boyd