Growing up in the face of deceit You learn to hate with the best of them Nothing can top my adulation For the great minds of our time No one can compare them self To the different stars of the sky
Howling winds of last weeks actions Are nothing but minute directions On the blueprint of how to build a life Frolicking in the playground of love Is only a small penalty for a life of rain If your going away…don’t
Lights are left on wherever I turn And I cannot shut them off I will soon go blind From the constant stream of brightness Flowing out of life’s lights And I can’t shut my eyes for some reason
Newspaper man started to weep and laugh As the little boy gave him a quarter The cop by street started to frown at this But he knew he could not stop it Lunch was served in the pub downtown But there was nobody around to eat it
Don’t grieve for dead that died Leave your mind simple and plain Feel my feelings splinter along your beastly soul Look up at the sky of moonlit beams And miss your parents but never too much Learn to live with your bad luck
Very Intresting and thought provoking Poem. Enjoyed reading
The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, not the kindly smile, not the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone believes in him and is willing to trust him with his friendship."