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Jan 11, 2017
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Free To Be Me
I am free to be me cause that's all I can be.
You Live your life each day that goes by.
Never a thought about when you will die.
You think about going to this place and that.
You haven't a clue of whats coming next.
As life goes on and you start to think
where do you go when your life is through.
The grave is so shallow.
Gods creation so deep.
The beauty so awesome no words can I speak.
When I die send me up like a bird in the sky.
Sprinkle me over the world that I love.
Like a crop that's been dusted for more things to grow.
Let me tell you, this is from me.
I'd rather be on a leaf in a tree
then put in a box and sealed in the ground for my body to rot.
I know God is watching and I won't let him down.
I'll be as free as the river the sea and the ground.
About This Poem
Last Few Words: The way that I see it. If you can't be you, who can you be
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Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Chef Don
8 years 5 months ago
Life Is A Gift
Poetic as it is,
the gift of life is just one of his.
He meaning God, gives so much
In return he just wants love
He created the river
Like life so amazing
Always flowing, never slowing
Every rock is a block
causing ripples but never stops
Life can get tough
The river can get rough
But once you get through
Like the river things get smooth
So don't live life for others,
live life for you
Geezer
8 years 5 months ago
I liked...
your sometimes use of rhyme. I'm guessing that you are a "rapper" I can almost get the rhythm and beat. ~ Geezer
Chef Don
8 years 5 months ago
Not So Much
I do like the old school rap
Like progress rap has turned to crap.
Like people that sag
Not respecting others
That's really sad
This country use to be united
Now we're divided
Like a fork in the road,
not knowing which way to go.
Knowing neither way will take you home.
You build a new home of such.
Anything like the old
Not so much.
Life goes on or so you hope