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[title] => Our Life-Their Life
[time] => 2006-06-13 23:34:16
[hometext] => just thinking plz leave a comment
[bodytext] => Life can be difficult Life can be hard You have to push through it You’ve got to pick a card You have to be able to take it Take it every single day You have to make good choices And always go your own way Sometimes it gets hard And sometimes you might go wrong You have to overcome that And get up and be strong If you can be determined And push it through the end Then you’ll make the world go round Round every single bend Life is very complicated In many sorts of ways You will have many choices That you’ll have to make in your day Your life could be on high Living with all the riches Or you could be a poor folk Living in the ditches You could live in New York City, Boston or L. A. Or you could live in a dumpster And beg for food every day Just try to think what it’s like For all the ones out there Who don’t have food, water or shelter, Or even a family there to care Think of the hundreds of children who just died In the seconds you are reading this From malnutrition or starvation Or drinking someone else’s ***** Now don’t think I’m a freak Just because it thought for awhile I just think about it As I walk a mile I think of all the things That could change my life right then I could hit by a car And nobody’d ever see me again Well I guess that’s just how Life is And nobody can help it And if nobody can help it Then I mine as well grab my mitt I’ll play ball with friends It isn’t like they care To them talking to a foreign student Would be like taking a stupid dare So to all the ones out there Who would give their lives to read this Just know that I do care But me you will not miss If I was in my dying days Would anyone be there To just be there with me Hold my hand and care Only the ones that were the strangers Would come in for a look Even though I didn’t know them I’d understand what it took What it took for them to realize they had a chance To make it through the strife To be determined for success In this mystery we call LIFE [comments] => 1 [counter] => 210 [topic] => 21 [informant] => flyineagle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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