Well the times are tough right now,
Making ends meet between clouds.
Where the next day remains in shambles,
Chained to the dirt pay of subdivisions.
That light in the sky does shine tho.
It gives hope of another day in prosperity,
Because the slums are my remedial class,
Showing me the grimy bottom of the bottle.
I know the time is at its darkest hour right now,
But in my heart when the sun goes down,
Always I look towards that brighter dawn,
Where all is well within the winding road.
Please tell me what you think
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Excellent
Ah, tis another fine write, indeed. Imagery, rythm and rhyme are just fine. Thanks for sharing this one with us.
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