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the poems of life

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the poems of life are
singing soprano in my head
or baritone in my shoes
acapella in my soul

do not flow in ink
they run from my eyes
pregnant in my sighs
when I take to translate
my eyes lift to an open window
called and teased I go to the streets

you've got to write them out-
yes it's true
or someday new child
might fear his lonliness
not hear the tune
not know that he's
lonely as you

let the world know
inner child lonely through time
inner world
cast out a line
hope one shall grasp it
as some always do

you have real thoughts
they are sometimes broken
ugly and sad
but all is not lost

good is immortal
temporary is sad
the poems of your life
aren't so bad