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Owen Burke Poem
Today I went to the store for some grape juice,
It was very rainy indeed,
The hardest part, came forth by the car that hit me at the light,
And my right eye bled like a newspaper riddle,
Black and white and red all over.
So I needed to go to the doctor,
All for some grape juice that I never got.
In the end it wasn’t a loss,
For the sacred grape juice was never tossed;
It was still in the store just as it was,
Waiting… wanting… to be restored.
And then I realized I can't even afford,
I am poor and have no money, and want to die.
And that’s what I got when I looked in the Doctors eye.
Copyright © Owen Burke | Year Posted 2020
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Details |
Owen Burke Poem
Today I went to the store for some grape juice,
It was very rainy indeed,
The hardest part, came forth by the car that hit me at the light,
And my right eye bled like a newspaper riddle,
Black and white and red all over.
So I needed to go to the doctor,
All for some grape juice that I never got.
In the end it wasn’t a loss,
For the sacred grape juice was never tossed;
It was still in the store just as it was,
Waiting… wanting… to be restored.
And then I realized I can't even afford,
I have nothing to live for and I want to die;
And He had nothing to give me but death, when I looked in the Doctors eye.
Copyright © Owen Burke | Year Posted 2020
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