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Array ( [sid] => 47611 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Why???? [time] => 2004-05-15 07:51:41 [hometext] => whatever [bodytext] => why am i working class? why are my parents poor?
why did i have to go without? why wasn't i blessed with more?
why didn't my dad make himself Mr. Big, earn the life of comfort and be able to share it?
why is he an employee,not an employer, and why is there nothing for me to inherit?
perhaps it's in the genes, perhaps it's a family trait,
perhaps my name means mediocre, perhaps i'm not meant to be great.
perhaps i'm in a dead-end existence,
perhaps i should change my name,
but as Shakespeare wrote; "would a rose smell as sweet..."
under a different guise, the man would remain the same.
Why did we never have a family holiday?
why did we never eat out?
why did my mum take anti-depressents?
why is my sister such a trout?
why am i so disrespectful?
why have i nothing nice to say?
i've spent my whole life being put down by my father,
now i'm just keeping with the family way.
Why is my dad an alcoholic?
why does my teenage sister have a son?
why is my other sister always sick?
and why,every time there's difficulty, do i pack my bags and run?
why was i never good enough?
why did i never make my dad proud?
why did my parents fight every sunday?
why was conversation over the roast dinner always so aggressive and loud?
why has my sky always been grey?
why so much pain and anguish?
why can't i live in my mother country?
why was there need to go and learn another language?
why did i never have that lucky break?
why am i such a troubled youth?
why am i asking these questions?
I know i'll never find the truth.. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 43 [informant] => krisseee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

Why????

Contributed by krisseee on Saturday, 15th May 2004 @ 07:51:41 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

why am i working class? why are my parents poor?
why did i have to go without? why wasn't i blessed with more?
why didn't my dad make himself Mr. Big, earn the life of comfort and be able to share it?
why is he an employee,not an employer, and why is there nothing for me to inherit?
perhaps it's in the genes, perhaps it's a family trait,
perhaps my name means mediocre, perhaps i'm not meant to be great.
perhaps i'm in a dead-end existence,
perhaps i should change my name,
but as Shakespeare wrote; "would a rose smell as sweet..."
under a different guise, the man would remain the same.
Why did we never have a family holiday?
why did we never eat out?
why did my mum take anti-depressents?
why is my sister such a trout?
why am i so disrespectful?
why have i nothing nice to say?
i've spent my whole life being put down by my father,
now i'm just keeping with the family way.
Why is my dad an alcoholic?
why does my teenage sister have a son?
why is my other sister always sick?
and why,every time there's difficulty, do i pack my bags and run?
why was i never good enough?
why did i never make my dad proud?
why did my parents fight every sunday?
why was conversation over the roast dinner always so aggressive and loud?
why has my sky always been grey?
why so much pain and anguish?
why can't i live in my mother country?
why was there need to go and learn another language?
why did i never have that lucky break?
why am i such a troubled youth?
why am i asking these questions?
I know i'll never find the truth..

Copyright © krisseee ... [ 2004-05-15 07:51:41]
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Re: Why???? (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Saturday, 15th May 2004 @ 08:41:44 AM AEST
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Very honest and well written, I look forward to reading more of your work,

Keep it up,

Pixie xxxx

Re: Why???? (User Rating: 1 )
by bernard on Saturday, 15th May 2004 @ 10:46:09 AM AEST
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So many why's; as you shout into the wood so comes the echo back. Think about it.

For the effort you have put in to the poem I give top marks.

bernard.

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