And now this

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Another work in progress during the daily oppression

I wish that I had a story to tell 

A picture to paint

A song to sell

Or a life to fake

The beginning is gone

The mystery rides

To where it sails

Or for whom it dies

not sure about any answers 

A long long time from now

Supposedly it grows better 

Like the giving tree in an orphanedDecember 

No one is likely to remember

The cares are lost for whatever

Reasons are shamed

The so called game



The moral should be 

We would have known better 

Since The words were written before this

Submitted: July 17, 2020

© Copyright 2021 J. Arthur Black. All rights reserved.

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Criss Sole

I read this one a few times. Life can certainly be a mystery.
I really loved how you put it into words.
Great poem.

Sat, January 16th, 2021 5:27pm

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