Life Poem by DM W

Life



Life is like a crude
Claw crane grabbing machine:
That can be found
In any provincial arcade.
It promises to deliver
Us many delightful gifts,
But invariably crushes
Our dreams and hopes.
It often makes us bitter.
It's rigged from start to finish

Life
Friday, April 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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