AS I WALK THE NIGHT A WAY
Cant sleep , mind wont let meDays worry's fill my mind
Worry's of what the morrow's
Post like ghost of what's demanded
Land upon the ''unwelcome mat''
Walking , walking ,trugen the streets
Cold ,wet , dirty , paper food in box's half etan
Thrown a way no thort given
but all same time if I were not walking the now deserted
Streets , deserted apart frome those like me , or those
out drinkeing , chosenig to be unawhear of whats truly
Whats what , of what could drag them down to the gutter of life
As laying down tossing and turning , no escape , same reality
Like serving a life sentence just a few biter laughter's
Tho a lot of tears
Nowt much to look forward to thats a fack
Life , people I have met may yet surprise me
I have met but a few good people , few in flesh
Who take , except me as I am
Life is referde to has the unerversaty of life
Manny lessons I sure learnt , more the hard way
So often found my face precede, down rubbed in to the same
lmesey lessons , stinking more and more
Is it now to late , or what?
Ken D Williams ( THE DYSLEXIC POET )
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Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2007-11-05 at 21:29
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