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Array ( [sid] => 42483 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Taken for granted [time] => 2004-04-09 15:16:09 [hometext] => It's about the things we use every day, but forget to be grateful for. [bodytext] => You hear the clock tick
hate it when it rings at the morn',
but it never rings like that
when you're away from home.
so it tells you you're at home,
that's something you don't think of.

You switch on the light
a golden knife into your eyes,
but you used to be afraid in the dark.
you were a kid then.
that's something you've forgotten.

You open the fridge and inside
it's cold, bright and tasty.
you even visit it at night,
this makes eating a happy sin.
that's something you don't think of.

You get dressed. Not enough socks.
But at least you have legs.
or you don't: so you spend less.
you could hide in that wardrobe.
that's something you don't think of.

You start your car. That faithful engine
would take you anywhere.
Look at those on the buses and trains,
they don't have a steering wheel.
that's something you don't think of.

You meet people. How much of them,
up to you whether they're friends or not.
but you can speak even to a deaf one,
and listen to two dumbs telling jokes.
that's something you don't think of.

You might lose it all.
Don't take it for granted. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 251 [topic] => 46 [informant] => nauphragus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => didactic )
Taken for granted

Contributed by nauphragus on Friday, 9th April 2004 @ 03:16:09 PM in AEST
Topic: didactic



You hear the clock tick
hate it when it rings at the morn',
but it never rings like that
when you're away from home.
so it tells you you're at home,
that's something you don't think of.

You switch on the light
a golden knife into your eyes,
but you used to be afraid in the dark.
you were a kid then.
that's something you've forgotten.

You open the fridge and inside
it's cold, bright and tasty.
you even visit it at night,
this makes eating a happy sin.
that's something you don't think of.

You get dressed. Not enough socks.
But at least you have legs.
or you don't: so you spend less.
you could hide in that wardrobe.
that's something you don't think of.

You start your car. That faithful engine
would take you anywhere.
Look at those on the buses and trains,
they don't have a steering wheel.
that's something you don't think of.

You meet people. How much of them,
up to you whether they're friends or not.
but you can speak even to a deaf one,
and listen to two dumbs telling jokes.
that's something you don't think of.

You might lose it all.
Don't take it for granted.




Copyright © nauphragus ... [ 2004-04-09 15:16:09]
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Re: Taken for granted (User Rating: 1 )
by bychristimsaved on Friday, 9th April 2004 @ 03:30:31 PM AEST
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i thought this was an excellent write for the most part, although i thought the flow of it was a little choppy...just not quite smooth enough. all in all this was an amazing poem..it really makes u think about all the things we arent grateful for in life. KEEP WRITING!

jordan


Re: Taken for granted (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 11th April 2004 @ 04:49:26 AM AEST
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this was so well thought out and different an excellent write, more please!

wildejohnny.




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