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Tired
by Richard VinceIt must be strange to be
Paid to be cynical; for
Your purpose in life to make
Others less happy with the world.
You were always quite positive:
It was refreshing to see
Almost optimistic words in
Black on nearly white, next to
A smiling, youthful face.
Perhaps that is why you left:
Your demeanour was not
Correctly aligned.
Have you had to sell your soul
For sorrow? For cheap barbs
That edge you ever closer to misery?
Is that why you look so tired?
For some, your life is a dream
They strive to make real. For you,
It seems more like a curse,
Dooming you to drift ever further
From your true self.
One day, I hope the real you
Will return. The world misses you
And so do I.
12/08/2010 Posted on 02/27/2011
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 02/28/11 at 04:38 AM I was enraptured, bound in a poetic spell here, it aches and sings, softly, like Ms. Holiday in her day...I adore it's sound ability to reach the humanity in us all, kudos poet star, a fan, jewels |
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