What is life
If there is no gain?
What is crime
If there is no pain?
What is time
If the glass has no grain?
Without gain
Life is a waste
Without pain
Crime has no face
When the glass has no grain
Time has ran out.
Keep on trying
No matter what happens
Weakness in crying
Not in my eyes
For until we’re dieing
The glass still has grain.
Keep living life to its fullest
Till days final dusk.
A contest entry
- 14 to 18 ages enter your best prewrite Judged by RedwingSpirit.
700 points, ended January 7, 2008, 36 entries
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Comments
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Excellent write, Thank you for entering my contest I wish you the best of luck
RedwingSpirit

