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It's Time To Go

so much heartache far too many tears as this bitter soul reflects upon empty years of nothing gained through wisdom's agony it was bound to get better such a fool is me the lessons of life begin with a doctors hand we cry before breathing we grow to understand should have known then in our infant state of mind that the world would be tragic and fate so unkind yet we had faith and hope for a much brighter day and the snow always melts like the myths of santa's sleigh we turn on the lights but the room remains dark age has doused the flame society has stolen the spark recalling youthful days when we laughed and played became miniature Entrepreneur's selling tasteless lemonade and people bought it because we were so cute however when puppies turn to dogs we give them the boot such a realization just adds to the pain it's time to go now before I go insane I was dying to live now I live to die and if fate becomes kind this is goodbye. Bob Shank-Oct. 18th, 2006 Part of the "I'm tired" series

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