The days pass on
Like the silent ants
That ravage my mother's kitchen.
She kills them with poison
But they survive
Like the one person
That I absolutely hate.
A bad day stays long
And everything feels wrong
But I have to wait
Until the bitter hours end.
I don't understand
Why good people die young
And the bad people
Live long
Like those bad days.
Aren't there ways
To change that?
I don't know.
That's what my teacher tells me.
11/19/2016
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Year's End: 2016
Poetry"In this endless stream of time I'll remember this moment. The piano music with its beautiful singer Her soft voice on the radio calms The classroom." -Nostalgia Remember that you can't live life without actually living your life.
