When times were simple
And life was easy
Without the stress
Without the pain
These were the days
When I was young
When I was naive
To the cruelty of living
As the years went by
And my name became older
I faded away in the solitude of loneliness
And here I struggle wth the qeustion of strength
Should I push to the end?
Or shall I make my own fate...?
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leovibes (
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I'm just keen on simplicity in this poem. I think simplicity of pithy literal pieces turns me on! It's like drinking Pasión Azteca in a cheap mug. It's still the best tequila!
Here's hoping your using your skills to write somebody else's life and not your own . If so quite a skill
WELCOME LEO ~ Thanks for your first poem ~ Elegant in Structure ~ Challenging in Subject ! We only get ONE LIFE and despite the stress & solitude (which we all experience) personally I feel it is best to see it through to the end ! Where ther is LIFE there is still HOPE. Thanks for sharing ~ please check my Poems ~ Yours BRIAN (UK)
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