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Poetry

No Apologies

The human condition.

Appraisals run low,

With expectations high.

Nobody’s satisfied

With what they’ve got

Or who they hold.

Try and make sense of misfortune

And those who have it all.

Your mind can’t process

The brutality and strife

That is all a part of the fiber of life.

© 2021 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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