A Sack of Slightly Sad
Sometimes, when people ask how I am
I give the real answer
Instead of just mumbling "fine"
I might say how I'm content to survive
Stay in line
And out of trouble
Never far behind.
I might bend an ear
With a rant on why
I try not to cry
But the more I see and know
The more flow.
I give the real answer
Instead of just mumbling "fine"
I might say how I'm content to survive
Stay in line
And out of trouble
Never far behind.
I might bend an ear
With a rant on why
I try not to cry
But the more I see and know
The more flow.
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Remembering posts and comments
Seeing blogs from people gone past
Who's lives have sinced moved on
Wondering if in the last lights
As days set into night
They also look back to olden blogs
And wonder about days gone by