WELL...ain't that SomeThang

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WELL...ain't that SomeThang

What does this nothing look like
Some of us made it
Some of us fell by the way-side
Some for here, others for there
Some of us suffer too much, others too little
Some of us fall on fertile soil
Some are as lucky as hell
Some of us fall on rock and a hard place
Some of us have the mark of Cain on them
Some of us cast the first stone
Some of us can't see the light
Some of us look back
Some of us keep on walking
and never look back
Who is not without sin
Who amongs't us cannot see
In other poetic words
This nothing has become something.

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Pavlos47’s Poems (13)

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WELL...ain't that SomeThang 0
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The Vibes 1
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