Don't wish to go back,
To my childhood dreams.
Don't want to go Back,
To all those bullying screams.
All I want is to live my life serene,
Told that only happens in our dreams.
Wonder what god makes of me,
Or does he just look down to see.
The imperfections of just you and me.
Sometimes I wonder did god,
Have a teacher who gave him a nod.
I suppose they would him being god.
Or when he created the earth,
Did they just write him a letter.
Saying could have done better.
So for all he was worth,
He went ahead and created the universe.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-03-25 at 00:50

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alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
God: so much to discourse about a so small's like a rainbow grenade