Roses are black, Violets are grey,
Isn't it terrible to start a poem this way?
Sometimes, my life's a mess,
All this uneeded stress,
But, doesn't everyone have these kind of days?
Sometimes, life tends to act like a giant maze,
Feels so hard to survive,
Like being eaten alive,
Day to day,
You just tear away,
From everything you ever worked for,
Desperately trying to earn more,
Everyone is so filled with greed,
They simply ignore the poor's plead,
Both physically and mentally,
Those who really mostly need,
What has the world come to?
Does this poem apply to you?
Isn't it terrible to start a poem this way?
Sometimes, my life's a mess,
All this uneeded stress,
But, doesn't everyone have these kind of days?
Sometimes, life tends to act like a giant maze,
Feels so hard to survive,
Like being eaten alive,
Day to day,
You just tear away,
From everything you ever worked for,
Desperately trying to earn more,
Everyone is so filled with greed,
They simply ignore the poor's plead,
Both physically and mentally,
Those who really mostly need,
What has the world come to?
Does this poem apply to you?
