Searching can be a pastime,
But lately time passes so quickly...
Better
to write a poem...
Give and take
barbs...
Do you remember when we were young?
There we were with much love in our heart...
If we could all go back,
Change the way the world thinks today...
Roses are red
HAITIANS are brown...
What do I need?
I need to feel...
Trying to refrain from falling tear drops
The boy laid in his bed at night counting stars...
I am a caged butterfly,
who just wants to break free...
Searching through the pictures,
Of a once young life...
The fight is about to begin,
And the foe is within me...
Rich and poor people
Have the same trouble...