Going Down Poem by Savio Antonio Vogt
Going Down
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Everyday my legs are going down,
now with the pain I can hardly make it to town,
everyone who looks at me calls me a clown,
but they don't know how my legs suffer, how day by day its
going down.
now that I am wounded, I am rounded, but there are some good friends
to me, in sorrow they never let me drown.
going down.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: sorrow
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8/28/2026 3:47:39 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Good friends are friends for life...........till the end.Nice piece Savio.