Dwayne Banks


Same Old Game - Poem by Dwayne Banks

Some people do things to satisfy themselves
they've never had to put their toys on the shelves
Never minded parents when asked to do so
the answer was never Yes, it was always No
Slapped around as youngsters, they do know the pain
rebellion as adults, showing parents disdain
Are they going to treat their own children the same?
generations back to back, it's the same old game
What makes a person change their attitude?
a prison cell, time well spent; simple solitude
Will it continue, can the mold be broken?
contemplation of disaster? , apologies spoken?
What makes a person change their evil ways?
the puzzle of life, hidden in the haze?
Pieces put together, though time not well spent
the thinking, the mindset; cannot be Heaven sent
The way that this happens is simple to tell
the devils' in control, from a place called hell
Early in life the tax was never paid
broken glass, rusty nails; was all that was laid
Had they ever known the Lord from the start
society would be thankful, they did their part


November 27,2011


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 7, 2012



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