Ros Venn Poems

Room 6 is always cold,
Sun radiators and energy efficient lights have no effect,
Exams, English and French all in Room 6,
Two levels Higher and ordinary,
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Life has two points, a beginning and an end,
It can be lived a multitude of ways,
Positive, negative, boring, interesting, sad and many more,
For some it can be a persevering and others “a walk in the park”.
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Why is there so many flowers on the ground?
What do they represent?
They say one petal is equal to one day she'll never see.
What is life, if one so young can have it stolen away?
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Goodbye, my friend.
Go forth with courage.
This is not the end!
I wish you Bon Voyage.
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It's been one year since your passing,
Why did it happen? I keep asking.
There are times, where something makes memories spark,
Of you and your mother, like coming home from the park,
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Where do you spend most of your time?
Confined to a mental cell, without committing a crime.
I am partially trapped without purpose,
I appear fine to you, at least on the surface.
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To my mother, I want to say thanks,
Though my existence may purely be chance,
It is without you or my father,
That I am not put together,
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On the day that I was born,
I was gifted with this ability,
And a Curse, between them I am torn,
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Some say this was my choice,
I did not see a choice,
In that I decided to stay,
Oh, thank heaven, let's pray,
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The Reaper is at the door. I can hear it knocking,
Its scythe makes a sound. I find it quite shocking,
I refuse to answer, I wish not to give Death its entrance,
Surely upon my life, it has nothing that it shall enhance,
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