Grateful
Sometimes
you exist only
There’s
nothing but you solely
Anger and
dissatisfaction the epitome of frustration
Hating
the world until you see a pretty face’s celebration
Damnation
and despair a trodden path up the stairs
It’s
easier to slide down but beneath you see the stares
Reflections
of times gone by, the eyes are yours bright and true
Reminding
you of the quintillion ‘nth degree that you got thru’
That
miracle of life is the gate to birth
Damn the
little things that irk and wreck your mirth
Rather be
happy that you can indulge your passions
The roads
to happiness, you know runs thru’ those obsessions
Magnificent
not insignificant, so I begin to chuckle
Petty
human frailties that clutch to berserk like a barnacle
Let go
and how good it feels, then always check your positives
My grand mammy
would kiss me for that additive
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