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SCATTY
- The
travails of life is very trying
- Even when on your knees and praying,
- Hopelessness often seems to monopolize
- Dreams and hopes you have rationalized
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- Often
people claim how much they care for you
- Whilst in their presence you believe it’s true,
- Telling so many stories behind your back
- You wonder when they jumped the track
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- What
is the catalyst that drives their souls?
- Lost you are to ascertain their goals,
- Where are the benefits of their so many lies?
- As you sit and ponder, why or why?
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- I
shall pass this way
but only one time
- I pray the Lord to keep me sublime,
- Imperfect I am but I can’t live this way
- No matter what they do, or what they say!
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- Author’s Comments
- Often times
my imagination lends way to how a Tartar can be more at home
on Cheapside, than me living amongst the haunts of cruelty
and hypocrisy from the ones who always permeate: I love you;
I care about you; I wish you well. This troubling reality
indulges me to wonder! How many masks people keep in their
hidden closet? Thus I conclude that it is vain when
conscience is aroused to fly to feelings and evidence for
comfort!
