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Maya Angelou

April 4, 2008
Alone
 
  Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don’t believe I’m wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can’t use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They’ve got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I’ll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
‘Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Maya Angelou

I really like this poem.

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The Starting Line

April 4, 2008

Ready, set go
Your race has just begun,
The finish like far
Your place still yet to be won.

Pace yourself now
This race is very long,
Cherish painless moments
Before something can go wrong.

Feel the adrenaline
It pulses through your veins,
Not there for long
Eventually there’ll be pains.

And as you run
Make sure you don’t forget,
To enjoy the moment
So you don’t live with regret.