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Florentino Rhen Cruz Poem
There is something deep inside,
am I sad or in a fright?
Which one I can’t decide.
I walk to refresh my mind,
but I feel sad by the sight,
of rubbish on every side!
Well, life goes on I was told.
Who knows what future hold?
Hug the season’s heat and cold,
those love stories of old,
they found joy as solid gold,
with hot passion to behold!
Why should worry about life,
where is our being derived?
Why should keep on worrying;
when none really knows a thing,
on the future and the aim,
why indeed we’re in this game?
Copyright © Florentino Rhen Cruz | Year Posted 2011
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