Some say I'm wasting my bachelor's degree
But they didn't think of what happened to me.
Those jobs that had additional this and that,
Tire me out, don't ask why I never get fat.
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Suddenly the blessing of work becomes a curse to me,
I kept looking forward to retirement but I'm only twenty-three.
If only I stayed in the age below ten
Maybe my better days would keep me then.
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I miss the days I was spoiled with riches
But now that wealth has turned to ashes.
I miss the days there was nothing to dread
And only joyful thoughts filled my head.
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Ranting and sulking, I always feel like a failure.
But still I keep gaining confidence in my savior.
I'll keep holding on, even though life brings me sorrow.
After all, God's the one in-charge of my tomorrow.
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Copyright Star Ashley Cruz
Written July 11 2016
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R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)
PoetryI live and I will die but my words soar high written in skies of paper, allowed me to live forever. - Snippets of my soul in a piece of paper. R.I.P. originally stands for "Rest in peace." Coincidentally, I find that peace upon writing poetry and p...
