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poe_32 Member
since 2000-04-01
Posts 179Winnipeg, MB, Canada |
The streets are dark and cold with no life but rats I sleep amonst all of this You walk right by me like I'm trash the garbage that fills the streets you don't know me nor do you know what I've lived through You see the world through a blind you never see what the world is really like live a day in my shoes realize what is really out there before you call me a bum Life is a precious thing delicate and so fragile and all your lives are a lie I sleep in the cold every night feeling pain all over me without enough food or money to get my I will soon die out here I wear the same clothes day by day I get tormented by the people they think I'm nothing but a waste nothing but a mistake God made I'm human too I breath the same air see the same things so why am I only a bum to you all? |
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DragonFang Senior Member
since 2000-03-09
Posts 522Missouri, USA |
amen to that. "you can see the spinter in your neighbors eye, but not the plank in your own." Very well written poem there Poe_32, and I agree, everyone is something, we just have to learn what is on the inside rather than dismiss them for what is on the outside. Anywho, great poem, I love it. "Sa souvraya niende missian ye." \ I am lost in my own mind. Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great, And would suffice. -Robert Frost |
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