01/06/04

Circles

Going round in circles, I seem to be, instead of being free.
Round and around, I go on this merry go round.

Merry ! go round ! pah,

Nothing merry about this, who would call this bliss!

This inner hate,
I should leave nothing to fate,
I have to make a stand, so let’s not be grand.

Hating me, I’ll never be free,

Round and around
This Merry go round…

Friends care

No matter what you’re going through,
Remember I’ll be there,
To comfort, and to hold you: just because I care.

Friendships last a life time and good ones hard to find
Reached out across this land a future we will find.

Written for Sarah Stancer.

Dawn Chapman. July 2004.



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By kanundra Posted in poem

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