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Array ( [sid] => 172378 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Foot ball or flute [time] => 2012-05-06 02:34:08 [hometext] => Foot ball and flute both have air to function. But both are handled differently. see how you can use your life [bodytext] => I ran ran ran but distance is still far
I kept on singing but song did not end
This went on and on no explanation
In the end I cannot totally understand

When I roamed freely I did not have a figure
But now when I have a figure she is not free
Bat is there in hand but ball went behind
All through my life I cannot understand

The world is running very very fast
But my vehicle has a puncture at last
Even the silly figures do not see me
Why did the god in the roads leave me

I had become a crack and now a joker
I am running two horses without meter
I am now a fuse but I search for switch
Midst of sea I am in a boat that`s a glitch

Both the flute and foot ball has air
Ball sucks the air within and is thrown
Flute uses air as music to be in throne
To be a ball or flute I remain in despair

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Foot ball or flute

Contributed by girish on Sunday, 6th May 2012 @ 02:34:08 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

I ran ran ran but distance is still far
I kept on singing but song did not end
This went on and on no explanation
In the end I cannot totally understand

When I roamed freely I did not have a figure
But now when I have a figure she is not free
Bat is there in hand but ball went behind
All through my life I cannot understand

The world is running very very fast
But my vehicle has a puncture at last
Even the silly figures do not see me
Why did the god in the roads leave me

I had become a crack and now a joker
I am running two horses without meter
I am now a fuse but I search for switch
Midst of sea I am in a boat that`s a glitch

Both the flute and foot ball has air
Ball sucks the air within and is thrown
Flute uses air as music to be in throne
To be a ball or flute I remain in despair

Copyright © girish ... [ 2012-05-06 02:34:08]
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Re: Foot ball or flute (User Rating: 1 )
by TCK on Sunday, 6th May 2012 @ 07:52:24 AM AEST
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I like how your poem represents that life can be a confusing, often scary place. We're ALL tossed about like boats with a glitch in a storm, no one REALLY knows what they're doing. That's why everyone needs something to cling too, a purpose greater than themselves to direct them. I beleive that purpose is a loving, caring God who wants a relationship with us.

Hold on, storms can't last forever!
Third Country Kid

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