Category : Poems

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In case I happen to forget
To say the things I must
This moment I will truly regret 
And call the hand I was dealt a bust 
No promise that another chance will be given 
The populace no longer seems to care 
For in this life we are like a racehorse who has been ridden 
And then shot in the head at the first sign of despair 
The only hope we can share 
Is the fact that we can all feel
That’s the only thing relative for us all to compare 
And prove others feelings are truly real.