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All the troubles in the world
Mine seem by far the least
But plague my life they do so well
Like the roaring of the beast
Do this, do that, which way do I turn
My mind is such a blank
I wish I could boar right into life
Just like a great big tank
So alone I feel at times
Like I’m in a great big pit
I wish I had the strength sometimes
To climb right out of it
So weak and weary I do feel
The stresses and the strife
Pulling me so very hard
By the tugging reigns of life
Never does there seem
A tranquil or guiding light
Or even some sane person
Saying “it will be alright”
I wish I had a meaning
To everything I ask
But as we do already know
Life is one big task.By me
I thought you said you can’t write poetry , this is brill Angel-Love William :)@william_a_edge wrote:
I thought you said you can’t write poetry , this is brill Angel-Love William :)LOL thanks William…..it’s a very old poem x
This poem has a lot of truth to it, sometimes life can seem overwhelming and difficult. A “task” just to make it through the day. I like this poem a lot Angel…it simplistic in nature but it’s complex in emotions, and that’s a nice blend.What’s going on Angel? Your poetic juices must be flowing, you can indeed write poetry Angel… keep ’em coming!!!
Angelwolf
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