Trouble Life…
By RW
I grew up without a father
I lost him to the pen while I lost my mother to the clubs
Hence, I was raised by my grandma
Then she lost me to the streets
Everything started off good
Then ended up bad
Many times I have been happy
And plenty times I have been sad
Every relationship I was in I never took it slow
My fear became me because I thought I was going to lose the race
Tears became the best friend of my face
It’s hard for me to trust, because I always been betrayed
In life there are two things you don’t get back
That’s time and health
I may not change the world but I can change myself
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If you change yourself, you will have changed the world!
RW,
Your poem is very touching and deep. Keep writing, you have lots of talent! Yes you can change yourself and by doing that you can change and help others!
i like the pom keep up the good work from a free minds
I really enjoyed this poem
I can;t really relate to it but I definitely can visualize it
Please keep up the great work and never stop striving for a change in life
P.S. J.C Keep it up it’s great
This poem spoke to me and made me wish for a magic eraser to wipe
Away the past and the hurt that this author has been through. I thank the author for being brave enough to put these words on paper and the website for publishing this work for all
To see. I am truly moved by what I have read.