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By: Thomas J.
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s the day wonders on and the time clicks by I ask "what is it all for"? The day turns to night and night turns to day. Working playing and the endless search for a lover or at least
something happy. Wrinkles start to form, the sex drive starts to fade, "what is it all for"? No matter what we have done and no matter what we wanted done why do we seem to not just be
ourselves? One that dress all in black and one that is colorfull, we all die. Government declares war and many die "what is it all for"? Doesn't really seem to matter to much and we
should all realize that we are all brother and sisters. But no, I hurt and cry out in pain every single day, you have treated me like a infected rat, and all I did was show love the
only way I knew how. Then I find myself waging war on you and all those who betray me "what is it all for"? Revenge is never had happieness is not mine to find. You will get your just
deserve but I have learned not to make sure it happens, all that matters is my happieness and happieness is what we all need. The day is sunny even in the rain and the time goes to
fast now. Hate is gone and so is the pit in my stomache no more pain no more tears. Look at the neighbors and the kids make me laugh instead of hate the noise they make. Life is short
and soon You will see. it can be fun and and make one laugh at the gray hairs. God takes time to feed the birds and will feed us too.