Real Things. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

Real Things.



Real things come and go
Like the dancing of tango
Like sleep and waking
Like bread for the taking
Real things come and go
And I do my walking real slow
Never minding my tomorrow
My only bread is for today
Hungry for life was yesterday
Real things come and go
Who am I to want to know?

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