He lays back looking at the grey sky
Wondering why life passes him by
Has he committed some crime in life past
For it to speed by so fast
Missed opportunities walk on by
Leaving him to inwardly cry
Whilst others continue to live and lie to him
Caring not for his own life or where he’s been
Why does he put up with this so?
Maybe because he has nowhere to go
No-one to save is soul and heart
Of something he can be a part
Posted in: Poetry
Posted on Nov 26, 2012
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