Mold Poem by C. Bake Baker

Mold



One man, molded to his faith
no man can ever be replaced.

Things don't work out the way they should
and all of my dreams are misunderstood.

Don't ever cry in front of your friends,
don't ever put off making amends.

Dig up a bone just to bury back
That man has lost, and is way off track.

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