I wonder what life would be ,
When I'm old and crippled ,
With aching knees,
Would I be happy and kind about my life,
Or angry and sad that I was left behind,
Would I sit all day and watch time whizz by ,
Or enjoy my days watching my tikes,
But here I am aged seventeen,
Bored with my life,
And can't be bothered to stay and fight.
- Kamilija Zav
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Life through a different angle.
ŞiirThese are my own created poems that i wrote on days of sadness, anger ,frustration and sleepless nights. Please do not steal these they are quite personal to me I just want people to see these. Poems take time and are not a constant chain of writin...
