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Love Poem: Not My Home
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Written by: William Cason

Not My Home

My continence is sad because of the things we go through;
         Seems no one understands, not a soul to talk to;
              As we wrestle to cope with life every day;
            We pause and wonder if we're here to stay;
            We are content when things are going fine;
          But when we get into trouble we want to resign;
              No matter how often we want to give up;
          We sometimes still  feel in this life we're stuck;
        I understand the feeling seems the pain never ends;
          But it's just temporary and a new life begins;
         So try not to worry because you're never alone;
       The world where we live is surely not our home.