RAMBLING ON AGAIN
How many time,Have I thrown out my rhymes?
It seems to me,
Even once would be;
To many times.
Wish I could look forward,
Instead of looking back.
I haven't done a damn thing,
Except for existing.
With all the problems,
That true life brings.
Is sleep a prelude to death?
If it is I wish that I,
Could wake up dead.
Wish I could be,
Anyone else than me
That's not true I am,
Who I deserve to be.
I could fill up a bin bag,
With my dislikes.
Why do people ride bikes,
At night with no lights.
Is it possibly they think,
They themselves are bright.
If I turned up at heavens gate,
Knowing me I'll turn up late.
Be shown a V sign;
Told to get lost,
While all inside celebrate.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-02-13 at 03:30
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