Painful Hour Poem by Aldo Kraas

Painful Hour



Life seems to me
Like
A endless war
Tha keeps going on
And each hour that the clock changes its hands
It is a painful
Hour
Our daily duties
That we must take care each hour
Is a painful hour

Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: duties
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Aldo Kraas

Aldo Kraas

Sao Paulo Brazil
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