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*Wasted Time*November-16-2003 Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins I ask thee above What is my purpose Down Below Why do you keep sending a different love Why this pain you bestow Wasted time Is all it seems That i have What is the purpose for my talent to rhyme Please tell me what to do for my be half I ask of you to just let me be able to laugh If it weren't for my little ones God Id be up there with you Making a difference in heaven But im so confused i don't know what to do Why must i be down here Everyone doesn't like me And no one shows that they care The ones that show true feelings are taken not free Still i cant fight the temptation I've made a sin I cant stop the bad thoughts my mind is making No matter what way i look at my situation I can never win So there goes wasted time On those days that i have nothing planned As i sit here time has passed by Thinking where am i going to stand Thinking were ill end up Where am i going to go Sometimes at night i just sit here and cry Asking God my purpose on earth Why wont you let me know Other times i wish i were with you I wished just to die I have no understanding on things On the way of the direction Or what God brings Even on how to really show affection Wasted time My life is such a mess And its probably not worth a dime What God has in store for me I'll just sit here and guess And all this wasted time free from it ill never be Copyright Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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