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aniket nikhade Feb 2016
Step by step one step at a time
One by one, one step at a time
Whether you are climbing up a flight of stairs
Even while climing down a flight of stairs
Always better to keep in mind and also follow the same
Always take one step at a time.

Decide first what needs to be done and then decide what needs to be done to get done what's decided first.
Definitely priorities come first
So always better to start with the topmost priority,
followed by the next and then so on and so forth.

Nature of things definitely matter, but what matters more is how to get the things done.
Keeping this in mind and with this as an aim,
it's always better to set priorities and follow the same.
Always better to take one step at a time, followed by the next and then move on further.
Harry the roofer
Is roofing no more
He lost his balance
And nearly fell to floor .
The ladder it seemed
To to go higher and higher
A voice in his head
Said its time to retire .
Fifty years he worked on heights
Climing large houses
And on building sights .
But now at the age of sixty five
He's done all he can
And he still does survive .
Harry the roofer will find it hard
With all that time on his hands
Away from folk back at the yard .
Harry says goodbye to his friends
The ones he has known for many years
All there best wishes too him they do send..
Harry the roofer will reap what he's sown
His house is now paid for
And the children have grown .
Yes Harry known as a haŕd working man
He now takes it easy spends time at home
He has bought a new car and sold his van.
One of my niebours a retired roofer.
River Dec 2016
Climing the ocean stairs
Flipping through neon pages of
"I don't care"
My copious apathy makes me scared
But really, I probably feel this way
Because my mentality is stuck in: "life's not fair" mode
I can't  seem to reset my brain
It likes to fight, sleep and dream away
My dreams are so vivid and so real
It feels better to live out my adventures
In my dreams

I'm Holden Caulfield
I'm a brat
I think everyone's a phony
But I know I'm just a hypocrite,
Because I'm a phony too in a way
I just see all these people
So locked into a system of capitalism,
Locked into vanity and materialism and self centered-ness
I think they're stupid and dumb
They complain about what goes on in the world
But they're a apart of the problem
I am too, but I least I don't have this whole song and dance to try to woo people
Seriously, at this point I'm just going to be my eccentric self
And not care about people's opinions
Because I know I'm not perfect,
But at the end of the day,
I'm not self absorbed, and I'm out there being kind and doing little deeds of kindness
I put kindness first,
But even with me, kindness doesn't always win

I told someone at work that I'm going to
Live off the grid because
I'm tired of society
And he said "but you won't have anyone to talk to"
And I said "I'll talk to the trees and animals"
Like some sort of Snow White
I wish I could tolerate people better,
But I have this strong inclination to
Slap the phoniness out of people,
And it's becoming more difficult to restrain
Day by day
Ignorance truly is bliss
Because being able to see so clearly
That each person is the source of their misery has got me going crazy!
Because even I can't snap my fingers
And be be released of all my negative patterns!
They're like chains, or
A maze I'm stuck in, that I have to keep repeating over and over again.
Kelly Burns Apr 2018
I dont want to live yet i dont want to die
I cant seem to laugh i cant seem to cry
Its like my life has paused only time is only going By
How can i be alive but feel so dead
Emotions but emptyness running through my head
Im just waiting for the end but still continue to hold onto hope
I keep climing every hill but fall with every  *****
I pick myself up but constantly falling back down
I suddenly feel a smile things start to turn around
Changing so quickly my smiles lost within my frown
I start to climb again but stumble down and fall
Deppression starts to set in
Hope is no more
Surrounding myself with a 50 foot wall
Hank Love Aug 2021
A nice dinner, a walk in the park
Or perhaps sitting on a bench after dark
With no one around and the world seems still
And the void since you were gone is filled

A bottle of wine, maybe it's sweet
You can't get this stuff
From someone on the street
And the feeling I have right now can't be beat
During a conversation between old friends

Things have been about the same
I have a job so I can't complain
The pay isn't great but it's money I don't have
The family are all alive and well
Did your parents home up north ever sell?
It's been so long now
I don't even know where to begin
But its nice to have a conversation
Between old friends

The other day I couldn't help but think
Of the time we shared that drink
It was pouring rain but we didn't care
It was warm that night under the evening air
I stole a kiss in the middle of the rain
And you must have thought I was crazy
For crawling through that drain
It feels so nice I don't want it to end
It's always good to have
A conversation between old friends

I remember how I gave you a fright
Climing up to your window
In the middle of the night
Just to have one more kiss
Before I said goodbye
And your daddy almost caught me
And I almost died
I know he didn't like me much
And I don't really blame him
Because i looked rough
And your mama always thought
That you would run away with me
Maybe heading off to the coast
And living by the sea
Those crazy days are behind me now
How long do you plan to stay in town?
Maybe we can share another drink
And reminisce
And maybe fall in love all over again
During a conversation Between old friends
Jackie Jul 2020
I am stuck in my own transgressions
One more hit straight to my head

I can't sleep so I'm always lonely
Thoughts at night are the ones who hold me

And there are so many people but none of them are you
I see evil around me but you are always good

So tell me everything you can't say
And I'm climing towards better days
Cause sometimes it's hard but only the start
Escape your fears
Run with your heart
Get back to who you are

I don't float so I'm always sinking
One more night that I drawn in my drinking

I'm still a mess with some different baggage
Unstable but I always manage

And I have so many habits I don't know what to choose
And I have so much damage I don't know what to do

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