How can it be

That trouble always finds me

Even when I try to change my ways

And be the better half of what I want to be

I can’t run away from my problems

Because if I turn away

They will surely hunt me down

And catch up with me one day

That’s the price we have to pay

Instead of doing right

We look the other way

Thinking your worries will go away

Not knowing by running

That problem will stay

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written in 1997

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