Poems

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My friends are asking me
How are you like this?
How come you seem so glad to be on this earth
Yet deep down you must be so mad at this world.
It has only taken from you, everything you owned.
You were bled dry
So tell us why, why do you still love it so?
And so I reply,
Yes it takes and takes from every crevice of my being
But to say with no reason is just wrong.
And so I say,
Because I get to see a sunrise every day.

K.M.S.
1-17-19