The Struggles Of Life. Poem by Timothy David

The Struggles Of Life.



The little boy a waiting
Looks up and turns around
I see tears of diamond falling
From his eyes down to the ground

And there stands a young woman
And shes forever on the run
Shes forever is regretting
Everything shes ever done

The man down the alley
with out a soul to speak
hes moving in slow motion
with no shoes on his feet

theres a pregnant lady prowling
without a husband in sight
shes out here all alone
in the middle of the night

there’s a gang of teens struttin’
hiding things beneath the clothes
they are looking for a victim
so notorious they’ll grow

theres a builder and a baker
watching the morning news
they have to work a job they hate
the one they even got to choose

and the school boy hes a wondering
about what his daddy said
“how can I be better than the rest”
Is what the poor boy said

The junkie in the park
Is looking for a fix
If he cant find what he wants
He’ll find another deadly mix

And the old man with his paper
Looks up and breaths a sigh
Because hes knows its nearing
The day that he will die

And every person in the street
Has a struggle in their life
And everyone will have to walk
Along the sharp edge of the knife.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Pari Dharawat 21 November 2011

theres a builder and a baker watching the morning news they have to work a job they hate the one they even got to choose and the school boy hes a wondering about what his daddy said “how can I be better than the rest” Is what the poor boy said I loved these two para's, wonderfully written. Expectation, greed, abandonement, hate... many emotions packed in this poem, justly.

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Taher Al-Shemaly 08 June 2010

A urban epic. Indeed... everyone must walk on with life.. Thanks for writing.

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