Vicissitudes

Posted on December 1, 2012

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The passage of time
Life on the poverty line
Tastes like lime

Poor downtrodden soul
Sipping misery from hell’s bowl
Hunger the only friend known

Comfort is a cold alleyway
Disgust – society’s abundant gift
Despair – offered as clothing

The clock goes full circle
The shoe is now on the other foot
Vicissitudes is life’s special gift

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