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by Free Living Life

Here is a poem I wrote last night. It’s a rough draft but it’s one of those rare poems I decided to type up on the computer. I still have to change couple of things on it before I add it to my trusty diary though.

The world is a cruel place,

It’s scratching and biting my face.

For all the obstacles before me I have to embrace,

I feel like a rat running this race.


Fortunately for me things are looking up.

Like a homeless man getting some coins in his cup.

I feel better with the help of my new pup

Fortunately for me things are looking up.


I’m starting to enjoy the birds singing,

Watching kids on the branches swinging

The flowers on trees springing,

And the disappearance of the painful stinging.