Joseph Young

LIFE, by Joseph Young

The composer
The author thanks to the

None ought to
Make attempts of my departure
many ways I could
many days I can

Tragedies in major ways
I withstand
With hands I bare ways to edit
Call the medic if I let it burst

For what its worth
no numbers adjacent
Proper preparation
Over reputation on a regular bases

Keep those levies strong
defined by a line on paper don’t seem long
Those big numbers
break down to big numbers
that’s big

Just tame that beast when it surface
survive with a purpose
pro life pro choice programmed to choose
Either way no one wins

Theres that life who loses
both without a say in it
So when you living yours
Don’t play with

Joseph Young
DOC #553-581

Categories: Joseph Young, poems

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