Awakening Poem by Ray Hansell

Awakening



Love has a habit
Of making one look like a fool
People have a way
Of being so very cruel

They will play or use you
For their own personal gain
They look at life
As nothing more then just a game

But sooner or later
The law of averages say
That what goes around
Will surely come their way


9-1-18/RjH

Monday, September 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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