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Richard Tomlinson Poems
I'll try not to fail you, this life is a hard school. This pain i can tell you, will reign as long it has to. Your strength can last forever, just try keep it together. This quest are what we're made to, regrets will never help you.
It is the way of life, this is how it's supposed to be. Doesn't matter how many wishes, because it wasn't ment for you to see. It's not the pain that makes you unhappy, it's what lies within. Don't ask to many questions, the answers will still be few.
I've made my mistakes and my mistakes have made me.
This life that god gave us to live is gift we shouldn't take, but give. With this time we got to live on earth we should take a moment to think, why did we get the chance of birth? Was it to spend all our time in shame, or are we born to live in fame? Is this life some sort of game, where scores reset and trying your best is how to win?
You can't make ugly faces if you don't look good.
There's a light in the shadows glowing outside, and that's the light you will find when it seems to hide. There's hope around the corner if you know where to look. There's a new start for you when the time is right. And i know someday you'll be shining so bright, in the center of life, where everything is right.
My love, for you.
I may not have the strongest muscles, but i will never lose the strength to go on. I have not got the the sharpest ears, but i will never stop listening to my guiding voices. I have not got the clearest eyes, but i will never lose sight of my goal. I have not got the smartest brain, but i will always try choosing the right path.
Who am i without you?
Without structure, without a clue Who am i in the eyes of you? Without strength, without hope How are you supposed to co-op?
Comments about Richard Tomlinson
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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I'll try not to fail you, this life is a hard school.
This pain i can tell you, will reign as long it has to.
Your strength can last forever, just try keep it together.
This quest are what we're made to, regrets will never help you.
I tried but i lost you, this life is a hard school.