Yes all things are bright and beautiful,
Much like the petals of a ruby red rose,
Bears on it, thorns: painful,
Picking at inner-self, makes you morose.
Watching the day as the sun shines,
Twitter of birds as the mist clears,
Sleepy heads plead for sleep,
And soon, the shine will be a pain.
Like anything in excess troubles you,
And everything lacking worries you,
Can't stay at not more not less,
Humans ask for more or less.
Be content with what you've is a must,
Ain't no time to worry on things,
That you own or do not, whatever,
It's shit anyway, live with it.
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Void Of Morsels- Poetry
PoetryEvery attempt I made at poetry has been collected inside this book. All good, and bad. Inside, are those poems directly related to my life and otherwise. Thank you, most valuable reader, for taking your time here.
