Why you don't write any comment on this poem
I am sad

The Real World
You don't live the life I live
You don't feel what I feel
YOU HAVE NO HEART
YOU HAVE NO EYES TO SEE
How come you dare!
You know I care.
Open your eyes to the real world.
to see things in a different way.
Let's go don't shy.
Let's go to fly with the butterfly.
You and me and no one with us
to the real world to be happy and glad

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

note from thenostromo: this was originally posted at
http://forum.quoteland.com/eve/forums?a=tpc&s=586192041&f=7581982046&m=5811034611
you should have just bumped your original post instead of posting it again

[This message was edited by thenostromo on 02-05-06 at 12:55 PM.]

If you have any questions you should email me or send me a pt. I don't reply to every poem. Also, I didn't really have any comments for it.

"I'm telling you. People come and go in this Forest, and they say, 'It's only Eeyore, so it doesn't count.' They walk to and fro saying, 'Ha ha!' But do they know anything about A? They don't. It's just three sticks to them. But to the Educated - mark this, little Piglet- to the Educated, not meaning Poohs and Piglets, it's a great and glorious A." --Eeyore, The House at Pooh Corner