Die Tough Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Die Tough
I really don't wanna see
If I'm blind to all 'bout me
I really don't wanna hear
If I'm deaf to all the cheer
I really don't wanna taste
If life is such a damn waste
I really don't wanna smell
If shit is in the damned well
I really don't wanna touch
If you love just so much
I really don't wanna feel
If your heart is full of steal
I really don't wanna live no more
If I can no longer make the score
I just wanna live
So damn long enough
To make it out tough
God, let me stay tough
Moulding out of clay, I'm reminded. Sometimes the inner being is as moulded as the exterior. So well done, Richard.
M.J., thanks so much for your positive input. With these Kerouac poems, it's that much more important!
That means a lot to me! This is one in a series of poems for my Jack Kerouac project. Thanks for reading and commenting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/14/2024 12:24:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A brave person embraces death just once but a coward dies unlimited times.
I love your response, Dillip! THX so very much for adding this poem to your favourites.