Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

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Life is for living

A sense of joy still wilfully eludes me
tempting me always with all that will fail
no matter how I try to reach out in friendship
I find only treachery woven into each tale.

I continually search within me for answers
but the truth always hurts knowing nothing is kind
the roads that I've trod only raise far more questions
with the answers I need always more hard to find.

I still understand so little of all that surrounds me
everything I've seen built, I've seen crashing down
love is forever but only for those that are lovers
life is still for living as long as you're around!


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