Empty Handed

I knew these people, who were young
A song 'bout sadness they have sung
They did all to be amused
Then in crimes they were accused

They wish they could enjoy their youth
Since no one told them lifes sad truth
They woke up late in the morning
Didn't care when there was warning

They drank whiskey night by night
Every day got into fight
Boys didn't know what their aim is
And girls would never be called ms

They smoked weed to have some fun
They shot each other with a gun
The reason why they went to school
Was to show that they are cool

And now they live their lifes alone
Empty handed, on their own
What is tragic in that story?
When there's no aim, there is no glory

Reviews

[Lluvs]

Wow this poem is really anazing. It was very entertaining to read (:

[A.marie.speaks]

I like how you told a story with a moral. I think this is fantastic and also very true to life. I've known many people who have lived their lives in this way. great writing!

[svarevska.anastasija]

Me too, and that is exactly what motivated me to write this poem :)
Big thanks!

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I just saw you have new poem. So I try read it and is again great. Rhymes are funny and tragic they keeping sense of poem. There is some nice sparkle inside them. I simply love it cause is simply great .

[svarevska.anastasija]

Thank you!