As you'll grow
And you hurt
You'll be told
That those will sow
After their desserts.
Shallow the word's need;
More the speaker's greed.
And as life goes on
You only know ,
Breathing is for the sick.
A day shan't pass that you'll remember :
The words that bellowed
The meaning of the mellows.
You will change with the river of the era,
Whether it brings cries or hallelujah.
It's sad but it's what they say:
Life is good
When you're blind
Or you feel no misery
For those with no eyes.
Travel. You say?
Shall you forget
To look down
On the palms you step on.
No guilt, no regrets
No altered feelings
Just indifferent.
And as you hath grown
And you hath hurt
You'th been told,
That the sayings
Has been swapped.
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This poem is about reality. When you were young, you heard all kinds of good things, and advices. That the wrong will get their deserved punishment. But as you hurt, experience and grow the world seems to have flipped and the world seems only wrong and selfish. And all the sayings that were told are now swapped...
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Poetry[HIGHEST RANK #10] [HIGHEST RANK #123 in poetic hashtag] A book for poems written by me, and me only. My emotions are what a book folds My dreams, may the sky bring you to fly. My desires ain't to fly high But to dig with the palms And the broke...
