Original Poetry 2011.

Can’t find a cure

Wish things back

To the way they were

When we did not lack

We had enough

Now it’s so hard

This life is tough

Dealt a bad card

Gotta play my hand

Maybe tomorrow

I can try again

To be the sorrow

It’s so irritable

We cry over paper

It’s so terrible

To rely on paper

Burn it, learn it, set yourself free

No money, no worries, sounds good to me

JPlatt 2011

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  • Stlpkr on Sep 29, 2011

    Good stuff. Could actually put a tune to it. Good reflection on today’s economy. Keep up the good work.

  • sunshineleo05 on Sep 29, 2011

    Thank you! I had not even thought about music going along with this one, but I see what you mean now. Thanks for pointing that out! I have been trying to turn some of my poetry into songs, so this one is a possibility. :)

  • Dehan Nathaniel on Oct 1, 2011

    Sounds good to me too. Great piece of art!

  • sunshineleo05 on Oct 1, 2011

    Thanks, Dehan! This is probably one of my favorite recent poems.

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