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A Poem by Artur

 

 

 

they are passing us by

turn away faces

don't look in our eyes

their laugh is finishing in half when we enter the room

they walk faster then they need

hurried without a cause

they speak louder then neccesary

just to be sure we heard them

they think they are so perfect

when they feel our clumsiness


youngsters

they are afriad

that one day they become us

old

funny

usless

unhappy

unloved


but if they could stop for a second

listen us

look deep in our eyes

think

maybe they could see themselfs with definitelly too much make up on face

which they called wrinkles


because

deep down inside

we are

the same

 

12.04.2008

© 2008 Artur


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Artur
Artur

Torquay, United Kingdom



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I'm 30 yrs old Polish guy lost in world. Born in Poland, but for almost forur years living in UK, in Devon. Trying to enjoy every minute in here. I found myself other half, and I think about myself a.. more..

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