Maegan Hazeltine

(August 14 1989 / Phoenix, AZ)

How Cruel Everything Is


As kids we used to sing and dance,
As a cousin you used to hold my hand,
You never took life for granted,
Walking with your head held high,
Not giving a care in the world about what others thought about you,
So fun and honest,
So loving and kind,
Outwhit and free,
That was your mind,
You were there when I needed a friend,
I am lost without you,
So I hold everything in,
We used to have fun,
And get along,
I miss you my long time friend,
My cousin through family,
And my loving helping hand

Submitted: Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Edited: Thursday, March 24, 2011

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  • David dfsg (7/25/2007 3:02:00 AM)

    a very nice poem but remember not to let yesterday take up to much of today

    well written. (Report) Reply

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