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The Parodies of Life
by, me.
People come
Yet, people go
Memories live on
Still, memories die
Our age is never right
Our place is never perfect
Our time too long, too short
Our hearts never cease their longing
Too rare we feel peace
Too often we doubt
Too long we wait to feel whole
Too scared to really let go
Too bored to stay too long
Too tired to really care
Always searching
Never finding
Always planning
Never doing
Always gambling
Never winning
Always wanting
Never getting
We run through the roses of love
Too tempted by their beauty to resist
We come out covered in thorns
That not only sting us
But sting the next who dare try loving us
The lesson in it all?
To laugh at the comedy of it all.