William Cason Poet Rhyme

Not My Home

My continence is sad because of the things we go through;
         Seems no one understands, not a soul to talk to;
              As we wrestle to cope with life every day;
            We pause and wonder if we're here to stay;
            We are content when things are going fine;
          But when we get into trouble we want to resign;
              No matter how often we want to give up;
          We sometimes still  feel in this life we're stuck;
        I understand the feeling seems the pain never ends;
          But it's just temporary and a new life begins;
         So try not to worry because you're never alone;
       The world where we live is surely not our home.

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Sharon Keely August 19, 2020 at 8:57 AM A welcome message of hope.

Old Buck August 6, 2020 at 9:33 AM Well written. Reveals great truth about liven. Keep them coming and thanks for sharing with all of us on the soup. oldbuck

Preethi Narasimhan August 6, 2020 at 8:56 AM "The world we live is surely not our home." Sometimes though I wonder more along the line of what we have done to our home. Nice poem!

Michael E. Harris August 3, 2020 at 10:35 AM Interesting perspective.

Mahtab Bangalee August 2, 2020 at 11:15 PM I understand the feeling seems the pain never ends......I think, who knows the pain of own inside knows the others pain