Poem -
We Ripe And Rotten Fruit
Crisp and clean, golden delicious
Do you see them yellow
Beset of black spots,
We ripe and beautiful hang
Connected to the grand tree
Where putrid fruit fall
Poorly rotting gaze up,
Their spoils make the ground sweet
Worthy choices picked
For mouths to feed
Do we ripe,
Or rot
Feel bad in the scheme,
When we see all...
In purposeful need.
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Comments
Hey Devon if people would just give a little food from their heart . This world would be a better place . Cheers on the write hrl
What's up Hardrock, I try to do my part especially a little more this time of the year. Thanks stopping by my way.