a poem

What the hell is all this for
I try to make sense of it all
What am I doing in life

I have been through all kinds of hell
I have seen the worst of all things
What did I learn from it

All the things in my life seem to be wrong
There is no peace of mind for me
All that I ask is we meet halfway

We all have our problems in life
Mine is not the life that always works
I go on and make it work the best that I can

When we all learn that we make our future
We can all change what we think and feel
If we can't we find a way to do that

Sometimes you have to just see what is there
Really see that what is there is better than
What you may have had once in your life


Rebecca Smith 3/17/09


This is one of my poems. Tell me what you think.

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