The circle

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
about how my life is like what my mothers was.

Submitted: November 29, 2006

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The circle

The circle of life

seems to repeat its self.

A circle,

which can not be broken.

What was then

becomes a now.

With no way out.

History,repeats its self

with a new generation.

As my mother before me,

i can not compete,with his

whiskey,beer and friends.

He works all day long.

And drinks all night.

Where does our family fit in?

Precious time is,slipping away

Our sons soon will be gone.

He can't stop the glass,

to watch them grow.

Hope he realizes,

before its too late.

Whiskey and beer,

are not much company and

friends,do not replace family.


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