Petes Poetry
The knife of life
It rests on the edge of a knife.
Which way to turn in life.
Cut broken and bleeding.
While starving children need feeding.
Sliced into a million parts.
Like lost loves with broken hearts.
Sharp or blunt.
Never lose sight.
Never give up the hunt.
Never give up the fight.
Cos there is always someone ready to stab you in the back.
I think some people even have a knack.
But life will go on.
Even wounded and sore.
Wounds will heal and bond.
Ready for the next war.
Love will mend that broken heart.
Even when its been sliced apart.
I am not one to stab.
I just feel the loss of what I had.
Pete.
Which way to turn in life.
Cut broken and bleeding.
While starving children need feeding.
Sliced into a million parts.
Like lost loves with broken hearts.
Sharp or blunt.
Never lose sight.
Never give up the hunt.
Never give up the fight.
Cos there is always someone ready to stab you in the back.
I think some people even have a knack.
But life will go on.
Even wounded and sore.
Wounds will heal and bond.
Ready for the next war.
Love will mend that broken heart.
Even when its been sliced apart.
I am not one to stab.
I just feel the loss of what I had.
Pete.
