i used to know a swell guy
lots of love but no real life
nothing that he could claim his own
except the pavement he calls home
i used to know a pretty cool dude
that was before he up'd and moved
i use to see him walking down the street
he don't need a home. he's got his two feet
favored by the local kids
everyone thought he's hip
jamming away on his old guitar
just 5 strings but he'll go real far
yeah he's gone real far
there was once a kid i knew
lost it all but holds the truth
ask him anything you'd like
maybe then you'd be surprised
i asked him once what do i do
with this life i didn't choose
he looked at me and said those words
'life's a blessing, not a curse
so i'm asking you, how can it get any worse?'
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I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.