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Like a Door Nail
by Uriel Tovarwe live our lives in cycles
we live
we grow and
we die.
we might have some good times
laughs
and tears
our loves might grow
receed
or we might never love at all
our hair might grow long
or we might cut it short
or some of us might be struggling to keep it
on our heads
we might be kind
or drunkards
or just a bit too shy
but the truth is
in the end
we will all be fertilizer
home for the maggots
or kept in some box
dusty from the inside. 02/04/2007 Posted on 02/04/2007
Copyright © 2025 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 02/04/07 at 02:31 PM Nice poem and then a great poem with the last two lines! Killer (no pun intended). |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 02/08/07 at 04:29 PM Uriel, ashes to ashes, dust to dust ... aye? Yeah, I get it and the 'dust in your eye' ending brought it full circle. It's the dance we dance in between that makes the difference in all of us. Excellent poem. |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 02/08/07 at 11:44 PM Here's to truth BRAVO!!! |
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