Poem -
Dear city
Dear city
Crime, business, tick-tock
Will find no pity
Hard as rock
Dear country
People, money, wars
Culture as rich as honey
So many opportunities and doors
Dear Earth
Pollution, blood, death
Is there such a thing as rebirth?
Men and women forbidden of breath
Dear Universe
Empty, dark, cold
You were the first
Gravity is the hold
What is out there?
No one knows
Life isn't fair
Be nice, be a friend
Roll the dice, decide the end
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Comments
George…this is a very insightful write. Love the way you expand the circumference of reach …from city, to country to earth to universe… to man where you firmly set the responsibility "be nice, be a friend, roll the dice decide the end". Excellent!!!
val
Great message and so well said George, and i am sure none ever died because they were too nice.
Happy holidays.
great write congrats x