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Waiting…Waiting for the clock on the wall… To see us through the day.. And use the plans we have set up, As you trundle on your way! The second's tick, tick, ticking…. More time off our life… So make the best of it you can! Lose the pain and strife! Life is what we make it! I make mine good and true! Happy and focused most of the time! And it works, I'm telling you! I glitch like everyone else, Of that I don't deny, Cos after all, when said and done! Everyone has a little cry! That's why we have tear ducts, To ease the pressure behind the eye, So every now and again, I suggest, You have a bloody good cry! And though I cry and worry and fret! I always come through on a smile! To make my life the best I can… I stay strong to walk that last mile! Do You? Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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