VISION
What do we do...when all is DONE?
What do we hear...when we've heard our last SONG
What do we see...when all light is GONE
The blackness...the silence...the nothing lasts to LONG
We try to be...the best we can BE
We try to make everyone...but ourselves HAPPY
Sometimes we have to make SACRIFICES
These are the things...that make or break US
In life...at times we feel like were...Pinocchio...held by STRINGS
Money...families...friends...wants and needs...these are a few of our favorite THINGS
Sometimes we cannot help...but to block out the LIGHT
How can we all be perfect...were human...were made to lose SIGHT
We try...and try...and try...to always do...what is said to be RIGHT
We are like struggling in a wwe match...we never give up...but still lose the FIGHT
There are some...whose whole entire life is just pure DARKNESS
They try to let the light enter...but in the end it’s just POINTLESS
If you’re looking for the answer...or a QUESTION
Hmm,...I don't have any...but I do got a SUGGESTION
Get up wash your eyes...and don't let time pass you BY
With everything you do...and person you meet...keep one eye open and one closed...SIGH
You see if you at least go half and half...you’re not going to do so BAD
So ya do your best...do not ever just try...and don't be so SAD
Life’s a struggle...and you don’t got much time...its already quarter past ELEVEN
As a wise man once said - Sometimes It's Hell Getting Into HEAVEN
A contest entry
- Read his mind by amysticwriter.
1000 points, ended March 1, 17 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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I loved this! newer style then im used to reading , but deffinetally good! Great job!
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You have pretty well described...life in a nut shell, as I see it, as we struggle through each day, we must think positive and do our best...life is short...
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I guess stealing from banks ain't your thang...
Message of the day
"I'd rather be caught holding up a bank than stealing so much as a two-word phrase from another writer." ~ Jack Smith
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Delightful read
I have a vision of a bug
wanting the princess to give a hug.
She picks up her swatter, and gives it a rip
ending the bug's ego trip.
Not to worry, the funeral will be a blast
she's free of of the whiney pest, at last ~
p.s. Your poem was fabulous; keep up the library visits, don't let that library card expire...
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