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A hard, rough life

December 10, 2018
By Anonymous

I’ve seen all different forms of weather,

Been stepped on, dragged across the ground.

I’m always here welcoming people to there home,

But yet I always get stepped on.

I hear all the voices through the hollow halls,

Through thin walls I hear arguments and laughter.

I get wet but never dried,

Wipe your feet so you don’t start to slide.

I am a rug, and life is rough.

But just like my surface I am tough.

I’ll sit here and silence, and absorb your dirt and wetness.

I won't ever give up im destined for greatness.


The author's comments:

This poem is about being a rug it is very sad.


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