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By: Roger Weaver

Life is green,

but death chose black.

A bully is mean,

but nothing like Jack.

If I chose a path

Would it be good or bad?

If I pick a side

Would it make you sad?

You left for so long.

Now what should I do?

You left me cold,

Now I’m as hollow as you.

Life without meaning

Is it as bad as no fate?

Or would it be called

Purpose of heart at a slow rate.

I gave it my all,

But it wasn’t enough.

I think I’ll be done

Seeing how life is so tough....