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Poem-'When it Rains, It Pours'

Poetry By: Mike Stevens

A poem about luck, or lack of same

Submitted:Nov 8, 2011    Reads: 387    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

When it Rains, It Pours

Down comes the rain on your bleak, dark life

Nothing but bad news, nothing but strife

Life takes a perverse pleasure in kicking you when down

Trouble is your shadow; it's always around

When it comes right down to it, you've had no luck at all

You try to wait it out, but you're guarantied to fall

This is sometimes the way it feels. All

the news is bad, it builds up to bury you

It builds a floor to stand on, but then you fall through

You try in vain to keep a stiff upper lip

Balancing on the abyss, but you'll surely slip,

and fall and fall into your despair

You forget where you're going, and you're suddenly nowhere

How many shots can one person take?

You hope it turns around, for sanity's sake


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