Right
so i am back this week and i hope you guys like this poem i wrote it a a
long while ago and id say its not one of my favorites since i know i
can do better but this is a good show of how my poems were way way
before i hope you all like it enjoy.
Cry
The man who by chance I heard crying.
The man whom I saved from dying.
That man were he not forgetful.
Would be forever grateful.
For that man did not bleed as much.
As he bleed tears of regret.
When he killed the one who once saved him.
And now it is I who hopes by chance they hear crying
The man who by chance I heard crying.
The man whom I saved from dying.
That man were he not forgetful.
Would be forever grateful.
For that man did not bleed as much.
As he bleed tears of regret.
When he killed the one who once saved him.
And now it is I who hopes by chance they hear crying
I
do not condone or authorize the use of this poem on other sites or
anyone claiming it as their own or any other uses you might think
of.This only belongs to me the author Manuel A. Beltran..
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