Someone's Future
Hope for the future?
A future of what?
A life of wealth
Or wiping a butt?
The choices we make
always meant to mold.
Should we conform
or choose to be bold?
Is there a point?
Is there a purpose?
Should we grab a joint?
Or walk away from fuss?
Worthless banter never works
Leaves drama all around.
Best to brush off
Never leave a sound.
The pain we have is only what we carry to the end.
Copyright © Thomas Brown | Year Posted 2010
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