Dwayne Earle Gordon


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In times like these, who can you trust?
In times like these, what is more important to us?
In times like these, where is our pride?
Doing wrong to others and try to hide.

We live each day preparing for tomorrow, a day we can't see
And fuss and fight with whom we see and hear daily.

We pretend to be happy when we are sad
When someone tries to make us laugh, we only get mad.

My sad days are over; don't want to see another one for sure
I am happy with my life, nothing less, nothing more.

No hatred in my heart towards a single soul,
Sometimes love is warm, most times it is cold.

My heart is pure, so is my mind
Sweeter than the grapes on the vines

Pure like the water that runs by the stream
Life,
It is worth more than it seems.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, November 28, 2012

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