Things of this state
Reality is there,
For it is a bitch to handle and take
We are well aware.
It happens to all
No matter what the cause,
Makes some want to really fall
Yet, problem is the not the base.
Not easily seen by most
But understood by all peers,
Blackened, unwanted, been burnt like toast
Somehow it still steers.
One feels awkward
Wanting to be left alone, left out,
Everythings redundent
Is good going to happen?, that is a doubt.
Best friends can not help
One must deal with it on their own,
It will be handeled and delt
After this one will have a better tone.
Kevin Bearor 09/21/97 #42
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