Life's Boring Deeds Poem by Dennis Go
Life's Boring Deeds
I can't tell you why
Everything stops moving.
Only time goes on
With unexpected happenings
Anticipating nights,
Only stars in the sky.
They say nothing at all
As their twinkle slowly dies.
Look at the face of hope,
No joy nor sorrow seen;
Only depression
About life's boring deeds.
For now I'm just tired.
Need to have a rest
As I take these burden off
My head of emptiness.
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