Just a little humor that I hope you all like.


A Heavy Load

Where ever I go—There I am.
I always know—I will get arrive.
But, will I get here alive?
As I travel down the road—
I carry a heavy load.
I know in my head—
Someday I will arrive dead.



Poetry by Damon
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Written on 2008-08-15 at 21:45

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limber junctionson
mmmm...
death is what we think follows life.
and is maybe what we all may be waiting for
each in our own unique way.

who knows.
i've only ever stood and waved.

thought provoking fun.
2008-08-16


night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
:) Black humor they call it
and my tea is yelllow:)

What is death?
What is life?

Thanks for the reading:)
2008-08-15