Poetry Blogs (hope)
A poem about getting old... and staying young.
May I Never
I may never rule the world with theories so fine
May never run past Bolt, smiling across the line.
I may never meet Mandela, Obama or the Queen,
I may never solve all wars, stop leaders being mean.
I may never reach a hundred, run for thirty miles,
I may never help the hungry, turn their cries to happy smiles...
Wednesday 10th January 2018 10:33 am
new year, new me
new year, same old shit, same broken me.
the games they play will never change
the lies they tell will only grow in numbers
and every one
will erode at my happiness
and reduce what could have been mountains
down to only dirt.
i am broken
i used to be
i try to be
Monday 1st January 2018 6:57 pm
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