Category : Poems

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Stories my history does not know
Are told to me by people unknown
To teach and edify
So that I may be wiser in my years

And how shall I learn new words
Without seeing them in action
Galloping across the page 
Like a wild stallion

Lashes across my back
Have never seen the day
But many are the ones
Who whisper, this is our way

A life filled with hardship
Toil and dust
No ease for life
No room for love

Many are the lessons
Throughout history
This just one
How many can you see