Rudi de Beer

Life, What Is?

for the days have passed
since i last wrote
a poem in words
words of dirt

now its changed
like everyday
a simple routine
with no play

i cough up my anger
for i cannot win
my pain is to great

caught up in anger

for these will not be
where i lay my head

from dust to dust
id lay pure instead

Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 4, 2010

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Comments about Life, What Is? by Rudi de Beer

  • Joseph Poewhit (3/4/2010 12:49:00 PM)

    There is the othere side of the coin.

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