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Why Am I Me

The matter of things and how I came to be me Why was I born a human and not a tree? We both stand on this earth, but what will my use be? I cannot figure it out, I just cannot see! I am no warrior, I am but only a man Going about my life doing the best I can I am not important, neither am I strong I am just like everyone, ordinary, simple and wrong! I will perish like any other man as I am prone to spoil and rust And as I trust, heartache is a must It’s a game I sometimes lose, it all depends on which side of hell I choose! Even with all of those demons I slay I will die a thousand deaths in all my days And eventually when I turn old, I would have had my say! 30.3.22 Contest: A BRIAN STRAND PREMIER CHOICE Sponsor: Brian Strand

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