Wednesday, 30 March 2011

Stop Demise

It makes no sense,

To recompense,

When one so dense,

Sits on the fence.

How will they see,

What life can be,

How to be free,

To disagree.

When mind is closed,

And not supposed,

And overdosed,

Content proposed.

If you feel jaded,

And nearly faded,

Bored life hated,

Under fulfilled overstated.

Notice this and realise,

Motivate and recognise,

Try hard to revitalise,

Stop decline, stop demise.

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