We wish you were here.
Like the soft, little lamb,
You'll have nothing to fear
Away from the bedlam.
Here, where you should belong
'Cause for you this ain't wrong.
You're like Cinderella
With the pretty, glass shoes,
For your life's novella,
With all it's love songs, blues
Elegies, limericks,
And rhymes, ends where it fits.
Here, your life will be better,
For we're like the boxer;
All you need is a fighter.
And when you're 22,
Have comrades by your side,
And we will see you through
In this world so wide
In all it's peace and strife
Like story of my life.
(April 10, 2014)
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Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of the poems I wrote and the dates when I wrote them.
