Going Down Poem by Savio Antonio Vogt

Going Down

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Everyday my legs are going down,
now with the pain I can hardly make it to town,
everyone who looks at me calls me a clown,
but they don't know how my legs suffer, how day by day its
going down.
now that I am wounded, I am rounded, but there are some good friends
to me, in sorrow they never let me drown.
going down.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sulaiman Mohd Yusof 08 February 2009

Good friends are friends for life...........till the end.Nice piece Savio.

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