It Always Sounded The Same

I don't like the numbness in my brain
I don't like the poverty in my name
Destiny was never here
And I could never tell where

No vibe to guide no wave to ride
No choice but to collide with pain
And the sound that's mine to cry
It always sounded the same

From a poor boy to a poor man
In a poor land where the wind carried me like the sand
And between a rock a hard place is where I got caught
With no luck and nothing to add up pull on the reins and call it naught

After plowing ground I can turn around and see that very little grew
And the only change my hair is less my hair is gray my chances left are few
So write it down write it right write it wrong write a song
Just another dream another chance to sing another day has come and gone
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Posted: Mar 2022

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Comments (2)

southmiami4321online today!
Eyelook4u, sad poem. Life goes by and some are fortunate to see in the mirror grown gray hair popping up. Can you imagine how many left this world so young???
This is to cheer you up my dear poet:
This man named John was a very hard worker all his life and He was just waiting to retire. He wanted to pamper himself with all the leisure time coming soon...
He didn't realize he really was going to pamper himself with the real pampers.....
Hope this joke put a smile on your face... SM
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EXRED3
Ah yes a life time of sighs but poetry or songs brings some light for you hug
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