Life

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    Life

     Day in, day out
    all I want is a way out.
    Rain interupts the sun
    its like my pain is never done
    Connect and live
    Love and to give
    comforts the kids
    paying the highest bid
    I am scared for the future
    and ashamed of my past
    just wish that I could make today last
    Day drops keep falling
    as life trickles by
    and someone keeps calling
    it tickles, I cry
    I cry for the unborn, I cry for the dead
    I cry til my throat hurts and my eyes become red,
    infinite uncertainties, constantly question,
    everyone thats hurt me keeps me from resting
    so Il pas the test and Il learn my lesson,
    because like or not my life will still beckon

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    dtalks’s Poems (21)

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