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The Same Sun

Our lives are passing by and we look down
Someone with holes in their shoes and we frown
People are so different, city and town
Even if you wearing rags or expensive gown

All our hearts pump the same red
Some of us are lucky to have bread
Cold winter nights in a warm bed
Others living like, the walking dead

Our hearts have gone to stone
Every breath we take is on loan
Regardless your palace or time-zone
Is everyone too afraid of the unknown

After all is said and done
And caring less for everyone
In the long run
We are all under the same sun

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 6/11/2017 9:03:00 PM
Hello Gert, this is the third poem i am commenting on. I like your last verse the best.I also like the second verse.You did a great job on your poetry. Good night.
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