Rough Life - Poem by Jacob Guinn
These days are coming to a slow and painful end
But all I need in life is that one true friend
Who can understand and respect me for who I am
who can care and love me for who I am
I'm always on the run and living from place to place
I don't have a bedroom, I live out of my suitcase
Another day, Another day I live to see the next
I mark the days on the calender with a check
A check to show that I live on to survive
And hopefully become someone in this world all before I die.
(Life is not easy)
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