Don’t 7.12.08
Don’t hold a hand which holds you back weak
A feeble grip will slip with the first blow
of life, of reality, of temptation, of greed
and leave your hand empty, your heart bleak
life is too short to be wasted on friends,
who will just walk a few steps, share a few smiles
and turn away when the first turn comes
walk away when the first rain falls
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
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