Filled With Straw

A Poem

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There are plenty of days
that I wonder if
I am just filled with straw

A veritable beanbag
flopping through life
without a beating heart

A scarecrow in the wind
even when it’s not windy
and I am not scared

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Jonathan Greene

Jonathan Greene

Father, poet, writer, real estate investor/team leader, certified life coach, sociable introvert. Curating a meaningful life. IG: trustgreene | trustgreene.com

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