This poem explains exactly how I feel sometimes or once in a while except for the death part.Everybody feels that way.You want everything in life to be perfect and get what we want,but it doesn't work that way unfortunately.Even if we hope for the better then things won't always go the way that we want them to.Very good poem
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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