Dick Bigalow Poems

The light we see what makes us happy, is the bee we all have to be. To know of love, and kindness of the heart we all must believe that we can all be like bee.

If the things we see make us happy then life itself is like a fellow wind, which drifts with nothing to care until he stops to find his matee.
The bee is known for all her love she gives her friends from hay till nay, but today is a special day.
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Never the less I feel, as I walk through the field. Making choices on the issues which hit as hard as a bat to the frontal part of our life.

Never the Less do I feel more secure of our worries in this time that is to me, special in a sense of fenced off to the world and its chances.
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Childish behaviour is what I’m made of, nothing I can change but something I can avoid. Seeing life as a bike where mistakes leave scars, always there until the day we die.

Childish behaviour is what keeps me up, seeing things as innocence as a big lie, Acting like a kid not knowing where to go, hoping to find my one and only goal.
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Not being able to keep a smile, being friendly doesn’t seem to be worthwhile. Broken inside trying to stay up high, people see the outside and don’t stop to care. That maybe inside is a dying soul waiting to be cared.

Kept a smile for too long, and it gave me nothing at all. Changes must be made and they can hurt, so what can I do to fix myself back
up to that again?
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Can we all have a time where we unite and have the time of our life, but not to live but to survive the harsh and divine life that we revive?

That the sun can glow two times of might for we are the destined ones in this life. To know of life we must first reach for the light that goes to night.
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