Today’s prompt: knows – nose – noes
whoever knows grief
peanut butter spreads
hardship sandwich basket noes
scents floral nose recalls sharp
time evolves pain remains
death forever transforms is
newspaper riddle once heard
black white red ‘read’ all over
tale now do what’s best for you
those walked path selfsame
understand wherewithal those
lateral inversion twist
Half-way thru month of hellish occurrences led me on a search.
I found this line from Shakespeare’s play, Hamlet, a message per se.
“To thine own self be true.”