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Every Man
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Every Man |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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I ask my self more often- With every passing year... The point of my existence, What am I doing here? Nobody ever thought that I Would live to twenty-five... That was over twenty years ago And somehow I survive. Survival isn't living I guess it's marking time- I try to ease another's load- By giving them my rhyme. People often ask me- What's true? and what is not? To be completely honest- I guess that I forgot... I've lived a lot of what I write- I've known a lot of pain- I've known the feel of hunger- And sleeping in the rain. I've seen my share of country- Experienced some grief. I know a bit of heartache- And bitter unbelief... If I must be identified... Then this is where I stand- I am your conscience, and your guide: I guess I'm "Every Man". [This message has been edited by John Yaws (12-31-2001 01:05 AM).] |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
This is a nice reflective poem, and gives an air of self-acceptance that many people never achieve. Well done, 'Everyman.' |
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amusemi Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1262A State of Disarray |
Good rhythm and very thought provoking. |
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