Eeyore’s quiet Sad Rage – A poem


This poem is for all those who have ever felt left out, unloved, neglected, uncared for or ever underappreciated…we all have been Eeyore  at least once in our lives I am imagining –





Eeyore’s quiet Sad Rage –


Pooh has Piglet, tight friends to the


Roo has his mum and oft’ times Tigger’s

bouncing annoying presence.

Rabbit has his attitude of


and Owl, his arrogant wisdom

as he sits in his tree.

Christopher Robin visits, but rather


The Hundred acre woods are a lonely place for  a donkey.

Thistle only comforts so much.

The wind whistling through the trees

is a pale companion.

I have much poetry to recite,

much I wish to say, hugs I wish to share

and smiles to give.

Perhaps my worth shall be found

one day by eyes

that see more than past the noses

on their own heads.

Until then I will meander and mope

because that is what is expected

of me.


by Philip Wardlow 2014














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