Round-a-bout
Date: Friday, 1st August 2008 @ 02:03:56 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: trini
It began with a sprout
A knock and a tap
With the wind at our backs
With no time to wrap
Ourselves with obsession
Forgetting aggression
Attending the session
With the philosopher
And he said
Lives not for winners
It’s all
Rock paper scissors
One beats the other
It’s really not fair
Till one day it rains
And the scissors will rust
And the paper will lay
Until there’s a gust
The rock wears away
By the pressuring ocean
And turns into sand
While people apply lotion
To burns
These were his few
Simple words
Words that eventually turned
Into a book to be learned
It began with a sprout
A knock and a tap
With the wind at your back
There’s no time to wrap
Yourself with obsession
Forget your aggression
Attend a session
With a philosopher
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