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I Have Not Lived

by Rachel A. Gold

I have not lived; trouble has passed me by,
My sorrows have been few, and not severe,
Some in the world are far worse off than I,
Why should I sigh and wish for things less near?
But sameness, every day and night the same,
No thrills, no joys, a humdrum endless path;
I sometimes feel that I am but a name,
Tied to a doll, who cannot cry or laugh.
What does one do when one grows tired of things?
Come, tell me frankly, I want your advice;
I've thought of many plans, rejected all,
Its not that plans like these are not so nice,
Whatever happened I would not be blamed
But what's the object if one comes out maimed?

Poetry by Rachel A Gold


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