Wanting Change
I feel sorry for myself
For I will grow old with wealth
For my heart is cold like ice
Never learned love so I pretend to be nice
Though I want to change, I do not know How
And for that problem defeat I bow
But I am what I am
The storm before the calm
The pain before joy
I don’t want to break hearts like a kid breaking their toy
I see destruction in my future
Doe it may change as I mature
But that change I do not see
Like a lost sailor looking for land at sea
Until then I will continue to pretend some more
Inside me a battle or maybe a war
poem by Reginald Francois
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