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sad but true

I saw myself meandering through those streets
which once were the lovely galleries of time…

age has ruined the lame,
as always
upon the lacerations of time on poor skins
we new lives want to begin
sad as it may appear

but what will they do
for whom solution of poverty is dear,
money dearer too

they can only bark at those already down trodden,
what else can they do
but to let ruins be the final outcome,

a new excavation and revelation
of a city that once was a golden entity,
time has lost all significance may be
but beauty ought to be reborn
as it’s not yet the end of eternity,

sad faces must be lightened again
By someone
who may be
you, they or me.

Style / type: 
Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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One of your more meaningful writes,
not sure about the form,
but in this it seems irrelevant.
I prefer this write to the ones where you are complaining
These seem more heartfelt in the imagination department.
Take care young Bard, Yours Ian.T,
Hoping you will read some from me LOL La La

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

as Masterpiece by worlds poets
thanks to u ian

I'm quite sure your pop and mine too
in heaven
must be having time
to smile
had they been living today
wow it would have been a great grand day
with beer and wine over flowing
and my all kinds of ice creams,
dolls and guns for kids too
father would have played hide and seek
wish all knew
and given stolen kisses to all kids
how father’s day reminds us
of all what we did

but as in the skies he does stay
let's wish him well
through his new life
where ever be, he may


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