The smoked filled room
Of drugs and drunks
Blinds us to reality
Shimmering lights a fixation on life
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Follow your heart
In all that you do
Do what you say
Live what you do
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My mother had a dream once
To help the young and old
Twenty years of hardship
Takes a lot out of your soul
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I've read so many poems
Of young ones wanting
To cut their lives
Why is that so abundant?
In this world we all call home
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He writes with his feelings
Integrity in ever word
His poems make you think
About the why's in this world
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I just found
A pile of memories
From when my mother
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For seasons of life
Each one different
In its majestic wake
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What's it really like?
To have a grandparent
I ask
Do they tell you stories?
Of old about their life
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When one looks at history
We can either
Learn from the past
To adapt to the present
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Rambling just off the top of my head
Had a blow out with my boy
Worried sick as to were he is
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