Every dog has it's day indeed,
And sometimes bad luck comes our way,
You find people running from war and suffering from starvation,
How heartbreaking it is to discover,
That behind all those smiles of our friends,
Lives the nefarious mind of a jealous frenemy.
What could be so devastating,
Than losing all your hard earned savings,
Being the victim to a lazy, desperate thief.
Did you ever think of the trauma,
Of being abused by a heartless rapist,
Or losing a baby at the very moment of birth?
Yet the worst of every kind is when,
'May God rest his soul', is said at the mention of one's name.
The Worst Of Every Kind
Obagha Chiamaka
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 04/17/2021
Poet's note: Everyday is not Christmas I suppose because definitely some days are very terrible.
For every time something bad happens to us, let us learn to brace up and move on.
That which doesn't kill us makes us stronger.
And once there is life, be rest assured that there is hope.
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Poem topics: baby, birth, dog, god, people, running, sometimes, war, soul, moment, mind, discover, hard, worst, Valentine's Day, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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