Patrick Farley Iv Poet Rhyme

Pennies and Paper Clips

Mental breakdowns,
societal takedowns.
If you could see my face now
it would erase your perception
of hate now.
We make mistakes,
things break
our toys grow with us,
so then we fail to relate.
Other than fate;
we make where we end,
and pretend
we have control.
Take for granted every minute
with friends.
At the bend,
we slump and look back at the wreck
we couldn't mend.
So it shows, we were a mess.
From the beginning,
we were addicted to winning.
Anyways we continue to love
and continue to chase things bigger
that we couldn't dream of,
we need help from above.
And get it from time to time.
Sometimes we're broke with pennies and paper clips,
 
and then we end up with dimes.

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