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Apr 2014
Even at my age today there are many
things that I don't understand.
Things like political pressures and the
many failures of me being a man.

Why are there so many struggles in
our world and our given life.
Why do people do so much cruelty
to separate a man from his wife.

Who are we and why do we as people
take little comfort in our own existence.
Does the evils of the world form the way
for review of our life long assistance.

What will the single man do for himself
if in this world he is left all alone.
How will he survive to see another day
without his wife, children and a home.

We rather detonate a nuclear bomb to
defeat our friends and even an enemy.
Even the dog will leave home realizing
that even he has an unclear ending.

Count the days until we reach the end
of so many wasted days and nights.
Why are there so many people who has
all the answers and never get it right?
Phillip Blytheville
Written by
Phillip Blytheville  Dallas, Texas
(Dallas, Texas)   
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   Joshua Haines
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