Charity Joy
1 min readApr 11, 2020

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Trampled on a bed of roses,

so

quickly

did

destroy.

Trampled on a bed of roses,

in

hopes

of

a

mystified

joy.

The beauty that once bloomed here

Has faltered far beyond repair.

The dust left on the old pair of shoes

Only to replace is an untruthful new.

The bed that was destroyed by clumsy feet

remains

broken

your

heart

never

to

retreat.

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Charity Joy

Reading, writing, laughing, record-playing, running, riding, hiking, cooking, dancing, growing, teaching, singing bad karaoke, helping, and other ing's.