We are working for a crown,
If we fight in the battle we will win,
But we cannot just sit around,
In a cage doing nothing,
Floating down the stream of time,
Making faces like a clown.
We have not long to stay here,
And wait for all our dreams to end.
We are going down the stream,
Slowly fading away from view
Soon to breathe the last breath,
And pray that we can stay true.
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Author:
Gerry Legister (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 23rd, 2012 21:56
- Comment from author about the poem: A testimony after illness
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