It All Ends The Same

Forget fortune and fame

By Nicole DevineyPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Fight our whole lives for a buck

Ends in a box where we’re stuck

A big fuss we make

For stuff we can’t take

Looks like we’ve outlived our luck

sad poetry

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Nicole Deviney

My sister says I'm haunted. Guess that's why they say "Write what you know". If I have to deal with it, dear reader, then so do you. I throw in the occasional sweet story, just for a palette cleanser...enjoy!

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