Poem Of The Day 24th June 2013
Driven by constant hope
We live each moment of our life
We are taught to dig out the scope
And never to let ourselves down with strife.
We believe it going to get better
We feel that fate can nvr be that cruel
But then at the end of the day?s clutter
We realise it was nothing but a cold, messy gruel
Like the generations before us
We were deceived
It was like a bus we never caught
Something denied after an ever-lasting wait
When u turn to the last page of likfe
You realise there was nothing miraculous in there
It was a long drama of misery
With intermissions of happiness?
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