Tired Poem by Ronald Deuster
Tired
Tired
I am 60 and retired
My live is op no more desired
My love for here is dying
Now I just feel like crying
Ones I had hope
But lately i can't cope
It is love that makes me ill
It is love that makes me chill
For wat am I? In this world to be
I dont care, this is not me
For what is this, Is this live?
No thanks I dont like to survive
I am tired and no more desired.
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