Memories from the past

 

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Sometimes people are strange

 

 

I don’t know why people are strange

they   never want to make a change

  I might look  same at their own eyes

My  poetry no new ways tries

 

I always search reasons of life

And I dislike all human strife

I‘ve been long time singing of love

Something like more a mourning dove

 

I claim for peace and brotherhood

I fear to be misunderstood

I cry the times have gone away

I should depart but still I stay

 

Never will change a poet’s heart

Always will live the world apart

That’s our fate I might believe

Can’t never get  what we conceive!