They are the veins
Of life and death
From which we draw
Our every breath
They stand alone
Suffering pain
They're tossed aside
Like all things plain
Still they stand
And still they give
The needed air
So we can live
But we don't stop
With the hurt
We know with death
We do flirt.
We are still young
Is what they say
We learn new things
From everyday
They support us
With teary eyes
Knowing their trust
Is broken lies
Now they reach up
High to the sky
Seeming to say
Don't let us die
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Collection of My Poetry
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