A poem.

As I hear the men on the radio

Telling me to “Let It Be”

I do see all my troubles

And hope that I can set myself free

I will find the true meaning of life

Without the regrets upon my shoulder

Because tomorrow is coming soon

And we are only getting older

For even a second that is wasted

Can mess with a life that simply flowed

But we all must take our chances

Its “The Long and Winding Road”.

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  • emmy19 on Jun 23, 2010

    Good One

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