Poems from MiKESdaPoet

My life has always been very noisy Yet we always walked together My eldest brother would shout Yet I listened My senior brother would be...
There is a reason we sleep at night so we can paint our own canvas of light Funny how the brightest thoughts occur in the darkest places...
If death were to come tomorrow What would you say? Would you say you were satisfied with life Or was it just okay? Would you beg and plead...
Shoulders tired Legs getting weak The last man standing of three Called to duty young Carrying hopes and dreams None of your own But made...
I gave a shout And do what I do, And they give a boo I gave a talk And do what I do And they give a boo I gave a whisper And do what I do...

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