Life is one big problem multiplied, it gets bigger in mind magnified. Fear of a mole hill rising to mountain, thirst under the sun dried up fountain. Crawling under the desert sun hot, only a mirage vision in mind spot.
Animals prepare for the winter cold, some men ignore preparation fold. Panic sets in from irresponsibilty, inside the mind explodes hostility. Instead of coping to better improve, out of nowhere comes a stupid move.
When dilemmas made might recede, overreaction rides the horse to bleed. A wounded animal down broken, foolish rider stands in the sun choking. A river running dry dirt empty low, big problems follow winter ice snow.
Life is one big problem multiplied,
it gets bigger in mind magnified.
Fear of a mole hill rising to mountain,
thirst under the sun dried up fountain.
Crawling under the desert sun hot,
only a mirage vision in mind spot.
Animals prepare for the winter cold,
some men ignore preparation fold.
Panic sets in from irresponsibilty,
inside the mind explodes hostility.
Instead of coping to better improve,
out of nowhere comes a stupid move.
When dilemmas made might recede,
overreaction rides the horse to bleed.
A wounded animal down broken,
foolish rider stands in the sun choking.
A river running dry dirt empty low,
big problems follow winter ice snow.
I think you wrote the story of my life.. This goes to my library.. TRUTHFUL WRITE
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Life is one big problem multiplied,
it gets bigger in mind magnified.
Fear of a mole hill rising to mountain,
thirst under the sun dried up fountain.
Crawling under the desert sun hot,
only a mirage vision in mind spot.
Animals prepare for the winter cold,
some men ignore preparation fold.
Panic sets in from irresponsibilty,
inside the mind explodes hostility.
Instead of coping to better improve,
out of nowhere comes a stupid move.
When dilemmas made might recede,
overreaction rides the horse to bleed.
A wounded animal down broken,
foolish rider stands in the sun choking.
A river running dry dirt empty low,
big problems follow winter ice snow.
I think you wrote the story of my life.. This goes to my library.. TRUTHFUL WRITE
Love Tinka
I hope all is well with you...
Love 'n Peace
*Linda*
each new day can be good or bad...
I guess we have to learn how to
cope with the bad ones...loved this..
floria
Your poem shows how big problems make us feel. I could feel the pain in this one.
Love and peace, Patty