To know the word is a marvellous thing
Brings laughter, makes you sing
Corrects you when your feeling cold
Keeps you youthful, when getting old
Fights your battles, defends your friends
Yes, its virtual has no end.
When become the best of friends
From the beginning, tells the end.
In all the noise tells the truth
Still hard to find, we all want proof
A wicked generation seeks a sign
When all around us is the glory
Only one can tell the story.
Some try, others lie
Isn't it the way?
With bells and lights, and all delights
We totter and we sway..
The world doesn't love us
It caught us in a trap..
Used, chewed, and spat.
The earth is in dismay, groaning for a rest
(There's that word dominion)
We became the pest..
In the grip of covetous, we take, we claim
Who bears the guilt? Who wears the shame?
For answers to these questions, you may only ask but one...
Calling to his children: learn from me, my son.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
I fell off the world - it was square. I fell off one of its corners. lol.
I hope is was a soft landing!
This poem has a great flow and cadence with rhyme that holds it all together in sending its message
Thanks Soren, we can only try.
Great write
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