932 Its Only Me - Poem by V.. F..
life is so interesting really
no two days exactly the same
so much to learn, discover and do
to share, stare and wonder too
and that's strange for nothing really is new
all was, is and continues too
it is we who drift in for a brief space
before wandering off anew
yet, each light continues a hope to be
and every death painful tragedy
true, its not you, or she or he
at the end of it all..
its only me
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