ProblemsA Poem by Wayward Soul
In the hustle and bustle of city life,
I sometimes look around, All these people have a life, All these people have their strife, it’s staggering some times to see just how small I am, Like gazing into the heavens above, At every point of light, And realizing that each one of those dots brings day and it’s absence brings night, We all have our problems, Our cloaks that we where, We all have are struggles, The weight that we bare, And in our frustration, And in our big mess, Its easy to forget this one fact: The world doesn’t revolve around you And so I submit to you one simple thought: Other people are human to.
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1 Review Added on April 11, 2018 Last Updated on April 11, 2018 AuthorWayward SoulThe land of do-as-you-pleaseAboutHello weary traveler, welcome to my realm, there will be chills and thrills and things that go bump in the night, there will be tales to amaze and tales to bring fright, i hope you enjoy my tireless p.. more..Writing
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