New Life by Xander Riley A slap, a cry, A new life starts. A bike, scabbed knee, Then broken hearts. A hand, a ring, Two become one. A job, hard work, Free time? There's none. A stick, it's pink. The months fly by. Sharp pain, hard push, A slap, a cry. © Copyright 2008 Xander Riley |
| This was a short poem I wrote one morning after a weird dream. |
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