The first time we met you were happy
The second time we met you were sad
The third time we met you were angry
The fourth time we met you were bad
If we were keeping score
It would be four against one
But it feels like there's no real winner
This game is not really fun
Polluted eyes see everything as dirty
Every minute of my life I try to fight
Give me patience, love and a smile
And I will make it all right
These are my expressions of the memories that I keep. These things happened long ago but still make me weep. Some poems cut deep, but Life's not always a bleep.
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