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tables turned
Contributed by
Aaishaessie
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Thursday, 15th January 2015 @ 02:21:49 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I kneel by the grotto
praying to God that i win a lotto
maybe it is the solution
to the poverty which has caused my soul's pollution
I never knew the tables could turn so quickly
I thought it was going gracefully
but now i see clearly that tomorrow is a stranger
within a week i lost my ranger
my house is gone am now sleeping in a manger
To Almighty God I pray
before the sun draws its ray
grant me hay
that I may shine once more
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Aaishaessie
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2015-01-15 02:21:49]
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Re: tables turned
(User Rating: 1 )
by Apollonia on
Thursday, 15th January 2015 @ 09:48:41 AM AEST
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| Very power felt poem. I like it |
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Re: tables turned
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by xHeathenx on
Thursday, 15th January 2015 @ 11:19:41 AM AEST
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Something tells me the praying to God and manger serve as a metaphor for innocence or purity in the troubles you/the narrator are enduring.
I can relate to the financial hardships to an extent. Not anywhere near that level, but work is rough this time of year.
Hope all's well. |
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