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IN ALL ODDS

Living to die when due is a tale confirmed
But dying in debt is that which all protest
Dying in debt equals life unfulfilment
If rock and trees were to be obstacles
Hammers and saws would be of help
All odds walks and breathes like thee
Breaking through now seems fighting oneself
If all minds and act could act to others just as for one self
Then our world won't seems thus
When water meets not our thirst
We strive to grease the dryness of our throat
Once thirst is mend with grain to chew
Thought of our past discomfort is forgone
Thoughts of likes meeting on stands is forseen

— tsbabadepoet, Dec 21, 2009

Critiques

seabhac

seabhac

16 years 5 months ago

Great poem

I like the density of this, tha truth that all truths are within and when we have faced them we are ready for death. How many of us can say we are ready to greet death. I liked the title but it was the first line that reeled me in and my favourite line is We strive to grease the dryness of our throat Best Wishes Seabhac

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