checking the latest t.v. news, reading
the last paper's edition, still i find
no reference as to why i love life.

one day it's for this reason; next day,
it's for this reason. ne'er ceasing.
from baby shoes to false teeth, each

day is born anew, to be relished.
old men in small towns, whittle-down
both sticks and their future dreams.

as the city breathes guts and dreams,
it expects skinned knees, bloody lips;
the price of being in the fray of life.

life's pain is proof i exist. i am.

05/03/2011

Posted on 05/03/2011
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