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life's song
February 22, 2010
Drops of rain,
fall like tears,
they hit the ground,
like our fears.
We live through trouble,
pain and dispare,
some days are gloomy,
others are scarce.
We have emotions,
we can't control,
and sometimes they do grow old.
However we will get through this,
fore we are people,
and GOd's kids.
© Gina W., Glen Gardner, NJ
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This article has 2 comments.
jordan_leigh GOLD said...
on Feb. 28 2010 at 2:19 pm
thanks (:
i love writing poetry so i totally will
i love writing poetry so i totally will
secernthetime SILVER said...
on Feb. 28 2010 at 1:46 pm
I love this poem, you really captured everyday, "Drops of rain,
fall like tears,
they hit the ground,
like our fears.
We live through trouble,
pain and dispare,
some days are gloomy,
others are scarce.
We have emotions,
we can't control,
and sometimes they do grow old.
However we will get through this,
fore we are people,
and GOd's kids. "
i loved how it grew to despair and sorrow and then suddenly theres hope...
I LOVE THIS POEM, keep writing : )
fall like tears,
they hit the ground,
like our fears.
We live through trouble,
pain and dispare,
some days are gloomy,
others are scarce.
We have emotions,
we can't control,
and sometimes they do grow old.
However we will get through this,
fore we are people,
and GOd's kids. "
i loved how it grew to despair and sorrow and then suddenly theres hope...
I LOVE THIS POEM, keep writing : )
