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Excuses excuses.

I cried because I had no shoes
Until I met a man who had no feet!
It was not even what he'd choose,
but land mines do not yet permit retreat.

I cried because I could not go
to fancy banquet waiting down the street,
until I found the food bank who
had nothing left for basic needs to meet.

I cried because I was refused
until I found another victim of deceit.
Then we both cried how we were used;
for we had found the source of our defeat.

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Misplaced this poem. Sorry

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  • ecrivain01
    July 22, 2008
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    Well, better late than never ...

    and it certainly does make some good points. What else can anyone ask for?


  • BluesMan gold member
    April 14, 2008
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    This poem is the oppisite of being on point. This contest was meant to touch with the grattiude that most of us lack for how lucky we really are in comparrison to the less fortunate of the world. reguardless it is still a good write. Good luck in my cont


    • Terry-too silver member
      April 28, 2008
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      Sorry about delay

      It was not intended to be opposite, rather, helping, not that it matters after all this time,
      but in truth I tend to be one of the unfortunate in real life in more way than I care to say. Much less fotunate, even, but used to it and it's OK. .


  • grannyeri gold member
    March 13, 2008

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    Another Canadian - meeting a few new ones tonight - all commenting on my Comment Please. Like this! When we see those less fortunate that ourselves, gives us reason to rejoice that we have what we have. Truths you share in these lines.

    • Terry-too silver member
      April 28, 2008
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      HEllo and a "retarded" reply--being much too late. Canadians Unite! About that poem--I have come to realize the happiest people are not the idle rich, but the quite ordinary folk whose greatest pleasure comes from giving of themselves.
      terry


  • MargaretG
    March 12, 2008

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    Your poem is very moving, there is so much pain in the world, we can be overwhelmed. The best thing we can do is remain cheerful and help the people before us.
    The 8-10 meter lines are challenging to write, and similarity of a and b rhymes all through - well done!

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