Poor me
I sit and sulk
Why is it always me.
(Tunnel vision)
It’s all about me
Why?
I pass the homeless in the street,
pay a visit to an elderly friend,
hear about a disaster on the radio,
read about child abuse near by
learn of a tragic accident.
(Doors opens)
I have a roof over my head
and food in my belly
Life isn’t always fair,
But I’m not that bad off…
Author notes
OK here is the prompt:
I cried because I had no shoes
Until I met a man who had no feet!
A contest entry
- Quote Prompt Contest # 2 by BluesMan.
800 points, ended April 21, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Society has programed us to be so insenced to the reality life on lifes terms that more often than not To truely see with our eyes, we have to look through our heart Thank you for entering my contest
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