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your little life




your little life 


words you've written on the page
explain the deeds you did today
descriptions of the life you lead
how you love, how you bleed

verbs and nouns now crowd the lines
pointing to the life's warning signs
of where to go and what to do
you do the things that make you you

phrases phrased reflect your mind
show the inner heart defined
emotions spilled in little pools
joy and tears for friends and fools

adjectives that make their mark
in the light and in the dark
mirror what you wish you had
taking all the good with bad 

ten thousand words may fill your book
with poetic license that you took
to make your little life look big
will any other give a fig?

© 2014 ajwrites57
A Long
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