WASTE OF TIME


Walking down this line.
This pity line of crime.
This pity life of mine.
It's such a waste of time.

Satisfy with not a thing.
Living in prosperity.
Let's see what life will bring.
Giving life charity.

Collecting things until you drown.
And to what use?
Buy a smile to that ugly frown.
And then you lose.

Enjoy the beauty while it lasts.
Not for very long.
Life is ticking awfully fast.
End of song.



Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-04-06 at 00:59

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Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
another telling write from your pen or keyboard :-) Is there no release from the consumerism of the mind. There has to be another way!
2006-04-06


Zoya Zaidi
"Collecting things until you drown.
And to what use?
Buy a smile to that ugly frown.
And then you lose."

This is a The stanza of the poem!
I think, the crux of it!
As always beautiful poem, a little deviation from your style too. But, then every time you come back, you always come up with something new Dan!
(((((hugs))))))
Just love this!
Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-04-06


Jon Hanover
This is cool. Like a Johnny Cash song you think so much deeper than the words. Like " Ring Of Fire " or " I walk The Line ". Great poem.
2006-04-06