I look to the sky,
to see the birds fly by
and I wonder how and when
I'll get through with being used again and again.
Oh don't you want to escape?
The day to day fate-
Of getting up to face the facts?
I hate it to the max..
I wish I could think od good things,
To see what life could bring..
But, really. I'm just pessimistic.
... So I think I'll just fly away on my broomstick.
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Or maybe not! This is a nice poem. Sorry I have to be the one to tell you, you will probably be used by most of the people you meet, in some way or another. Sometimes they use you and you both get something good out of it, but usually you don't have a good feeling about it! Life is funny sometimes and then there are taxes! Thanks, Anthony