A Few People Cry

Standing in a mist
On a cloudy, cloudy day
My soul is drenched
And I am tired

I have ran so many miles
And I am right back where I started

You think you can change
Who you are
But you are wrong
And everyone you know
Is there to remind you

I remember watching a coin toss
Thinking there was a winner
And a loser
But there are no winners
Only survivors

The finish line is a 1,000 miles away
And no one ever finishes
They run until they die
And if you are lucky
A few people cry

— hobo, Apr 30, 2010

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Critiques

Seren

16 years 1 month ago

Dear Hobo

Where did you come from ?lol ... I loved this one ... you make it hard to crit on work as brilliant as this ... Bow love and hugs JayCee ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")

hobo

16 years 1 month ago

Thank you

JayCee That is high praise indeed. thank you so much for your kind words

Candlewitch

16 years 1 month ago

Hello Hobo

I know just what you mean. over the years I have tried hard to change and succeeded. But some people I know refuse to see it, especially my family. Your poem is well written and deeply thoughtful. Always, Cat

hobo

16 years 1 month ago

Thank you Cat

Thank you Cat it is always nice when you know that someone else can relate to what you are saying :)

shirley harrison

16 years 1 month ago

beautiful poem

Lovely write, i hope when i die everyone will be laughing, as its the only way to go! tears of happiness! So sorry about this picture! tomorrow i will remove it! shirley harrison

raskin

16 years 1 month ago

No loser, no winners only

No loser, no winners only survivors. I like that sentiment. raskin

xena465

16 years 1 month ago

A Big WoW Hobo

Straight from the heart of a poet...Brill Rosina xena465

anonymous1

16 years 1 month ago

Where did this come from?

I'm so glad I've met you through your honest and simple poetry. This poem, in particular, is very close to my heart as I prepare to watch another hard-working man lose his race. I don't know how to do it again - just six years ago his wife, my sister, lost her race the same way. Cancer. Yes, watch - as from the sidelines a spectator who can't do anything to help when a runner falls. They can only cringe and will the contestant up and on. Thank you for this timely write, which is somehow comforting to me. Lisa

ngaioBeck

16 years 1 month ago

People Cry

A very well-written thought provoking piece. ngaio

magics02

16 years 1 month ago

Nice one here Hobo

I am flipping my coins left and right and none of them are landing in the middle At least not at this moment in time Laughing and I am in a rare mood tonight like a rare jewel just sitting on the shelf at the moment Good one here grazie Mona Magic TIME well spent is TIME well lived