Not Much Poem by Demetrius JonesDixon

Not Much



See I don't have much.
Not many things that my hands can touch.

A smile on my face never lasts long.
See change is not something I see as wrong.

Change can be either good or bad.
I attempt to make things better, just by a tad.

It's getting to the point I'll write like three poems in three days on one little pad.
Releasing all my rage on paper when I get mad.

Poetry is the expression of one's soul.
Everyday I'm underground digging out invaluable coal.

Each day I spend there I grow older.
And as each day I passes, I grow colder.

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Original made on 4/4/10
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