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Oh Woe Is She…Oh woe is she, poor thing, Her body's up the wall, Every time she tried to move forward, She always gets that stupid call! The call to tell her there's another problem, And to explain as best that they can do, That her life was shorter by the day, And there was no respite coming through! But still she fought with every breath, No way would she give in! She fought every fight with all her might! And this time, once again, she'd win!! So they gave her the bad news that day, And took away any hope for her! Then she got her positive head on one day! And decided this crap wasn't fair! So she ranted to this icon called God, And told Him she's had enough! Telling Him He's pretty awful! To let her forever live in the rough!!! But there is a plan for us all you know, And ours is not to reason why, But more, we are to accept it all! And cope until the day we die! Oh woe is she who cries out… In the wilderness, in a very vast space! To vent her hurt and temper, And so her fears chase! Then after the harshness had left her, She went on her merry way, And told herself one more time, She didn't succumb to death that day! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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