My choice
To struggle in a moist
Pasture.
This lawn
Forlorn, screams disaster.
And after,
A shower
Will wet
And cleanse the outer man,
Yet no shower can
Kill regret,
Or make the soul
As in the beginning, whole.
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K Morris - Poet 
I LOVE this Kevin and it is so true
Thank, you Lorraine. I’m delighted that you like my poem and can relate to it.
Best wishes – Kevin