We pass our lives,
Not understanding,
The meaning of life,
Not understanding.
We walk miles
For small reasons,
Not understanding.
We work so hard,
To get better,
Just to die,
Leaving it all behind,
Still not understanding.
We buy them all gifts,
To earn them,
When we know,
We will lose them,
Not understanding
We continue,
Smiling,
Working,
Living,
Breathing,
And not understanding
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Sweet poem.
I was about to post something 'witty' about not understanding the post beneath (the one with just the title) only you removed it as I was about to comment.
On a more serious note. Tell me, as a poet, if you can, how you go about writing poems?
what exactly do you mean by that?
sometimes i imagine what its like to be other people,what they would feel like....
or use discription of settings to show different emotions
is that good enuf?
i think so. just curious. i like to find out how other people poetrise so i can steal their methods.
mwhaha.
its quite similar to my own though, so alas little to steal.
tehe yus mel!!! heya it is sofi here just incase ya dont know yet!!!
awesum poem have to agree with mams there!!!
mams?
Do we have to remind you what mams is?
yea i rekon, thats yr nickname, silly!!
it is adapted from mamu so i did not copy seth... hence mams becomes yr name.
Let's not blacken poor Mel's blog with such silliness and tomfoolery and absurdity, folly, foolery, idiocy, imbecility, insanity, lunacy, madness, nonsense, preposterousness, senselessness, and zaniness.
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