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Short days Long nights

As my day begins I shall pray for all my wrong sins as I look to the sky the moon has arrived from long days to short nights my conscious is never safe I live a routine life sometimes it seems harder than  an over cooked steak as my days get shorter and my nights seem long I always wonder will I forever be under or will I arise like the moon at midnight from dusk to dawn I shall always look for the good in people instead of the wrong.

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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    WELCOME "W" Thank you for a very personal and challenging first poem. Always look on the bright side of life ! It is our Human Spirit that makes us want to progress ~ but it is never easy. As you say it is related to HARD WORK. Thanks for sharing. Please check my poems ~ Thanks BRIAN



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