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Wasted Days
Contributed by
-thesiscokid-
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Monday, 12th April 2004 @ 05:26:17 PM in AEST
Topic:
hbadday
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When everyday is an adventure,
why is it a struggle,
For me to get through,
Any single day without having a clue.
No idea of what surrounds me,
besides the simple rhyme and reason,
That to me just doesn't add up.
Life seems so fast, and I’m so slow.
That it hurts when I turn and see you glow.
Making me look foolish when I try to compete.
Because I’m just a youngin’, too scared to face defeat.
It's almost a pain,
When I start to realize,
of what a waste it's been.
Since the first,
I became the last,
In line with a ticket in my hand,
A young boy waiting for a ride.
Because he's on a fast track to no where.
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2004-04-12 17:26:17]
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Re: Wasted Days
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by silent on
Monday, 12th April 2004 @ 05:42:27 PM AEST
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| No-one really knows, in the end it may not matter anyway, just enjoy the ride if you can. Nice poem. |
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Re: Wasted Days
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by blueheart on
Monday, 12th April 2004 @ 10:54:27 PM AEST
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| I liked the poem. Good job. |
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