B. B. Watkins Poems

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The Folly Of Judging
Just who am I to be judging
When I don't have all the facts
Or know just how to qualify
The reasons behind the acts.

Is destiny, really responsive
To any man's guiding shove?
Who knows what `might' have been..
What forces are at work, above?

To come right out and judge
Is . . .
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Please, Not Yet...
Fall lies ahead, but feeling bereft,
Backward I peer round Summer's bend--
One last glimpse of the joys being left
Till another long year shall finally end...
For orange now will intrude on green
And colder air will nip at bare arms
As Nature paints her rustic scene,
Trying to coax with her pastel . . .
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