Part and Parcel

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I used to be young,but I`m not anymore,

I`ve never been rich,so I`m still poor,

some people like me,some people don`t,

most people love me,there`s a few that won`t,

I take what life offers me,a little or a lot,

I never stand on others,with the boots I`ve got,

it`s good to play games,and feel for some fun,

life`s so austere,when you`re under the gun,

I don`t have much talent,or flare to call on,

but I`m free to dance,to a groovy hit song,

things can seem bright,but sometimes I wonder,

are the grey cloudy days,some heavenly blunder?

I use my head,as a guide for my heart,

though they are seperate,they each play a part.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at your fight for life
by: Kimberley Hughes
from: Gillingham, England, UK

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