We all think life is hard
We all get up most morning
Thinking and saying we don’t
How longer our bodies can go on
Then we start to look around and see hey
There’s a lot people
Going through a lot
Worse stuff then I’ll ever be.
One of my uncle’s buddies
Loss his youngest son
When he brother missed
School bus. They tried go inside
The house but nobody was home.
They got cold
And decided to but A fire and it blew up in their faces
One passed out The other caught fire
And was running up and the road trying
To put the fire out time they got the
Hospital they help him
But he later died that.
Everybody like to think
They know how the parents
Feel but nobody will truly
Know until they loose a child
Of their own. When god takes a
Child he takes a big piece of
The parents too may god be with them all
And may a huge blessing
Come from horrible
someday
Jan 29th 2009
wow lory dear... your wrote this poem in a very impressive way... liked it much and kept in record and I will see your more poems too... I am poet of 6 books in hand and member of postpoems and hope you go through my poems and comment and your comments will be added with regard in my comming book...respect you and hope you be in touch...god bless you... yours afzal shauq
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