Same Day - Poem by Jim Meyerholtz
For this life I was not meant.
The drive, the will is all but spent.
The kicks and slaps, Hope is devoured
Life flows away hour by hour.
To walk blind in a maze.
Going on feel, to find the way.
To go straight or make a turn.
From the past what did we learn?
Only more of the same lies a head.
Push, Shove, wrongly guided by words said
More or less, round and round
No way out can be found.
There is no truth or point of fact.
After all the turns I lose track
Were ive been, were im going
The miles the strain is showing
Day in day bout, Feeling and falling.
Turning and tripping, More walking
For this life I was not meant
The drive, the will is all but spent
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