WHEN LIFE IS......
When expectations and hopes are but a bitter memoryWhen yet one more doer shuts behind ,
Another slams in the teeth
Clung to the edge of the crumbling cliff of life
Dropped in to stormy sea's swept upon the sharp hard rocks ,
A long comes some one to stamp on whitened fingers
Found the ladder , dripping with oil and grease , no way up
Kept for ever down
So whats the bloody point?
The point is to be bloody minded
Don't let the buggers get your down
Defy them all , stuff 'em , carry on just
The same , spite them all who wona keep
You down , stuff 'em , who , what ever they are!!!
Ken D Williams ( THE DYSLEXIC POET )
( ALL RIGHTS RESERVED )
Poetry by ken d williams

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Written on 2007-09-22 at 21:44




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