Poetry (no epic failures)

Mar, we were too young to have romance

To have a son, to just be friends

We lost ourselves in all our troubles

To blow a hundred thousand bubbles

You play monopoly to win

I don't feel guilt, or haste or sin

I made mistakes behind our back

And so did you, and that's a fact 

Yet we are thankful for our times

Cause this is life and how it rhymes 

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Kevin Tan

Fri 21st Oct 2022 10:46

No problem. At least you're not as loveless & heartless as some writers and poets out there. Loving your enemies is easier than loving your peers. But you're doing a good job Frederick. Thank you.

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Frederick Kesner

Fri 21st Oct 2022 03:04

Loving the idea about the rhyming of life and living. Apologies for the belated comment. 👍

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