Today it will not be 60 degrees A headline ripped from the Tabloid of terrible weather Hard to stay current in cold Trying – even with chilly headlines From the Gray Lady Words in search of life beneath Storm-gray water, brown mud that has Rolled over unsuspecting souls with Other places to be All engaged in the struggle for What was… Blinking in disbelief at the instant of What is … And no clue as to What shall be… And the headlines With their harsh reality prove All the truth a soul can bear Get up! Stop flopping around On that dirt floor of self Screaming at the injustice As if Nature’s earth-shaking, Watery bells Are ringing the catastrophe Of fear and suspicion for the first time Get up And do something Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ Post navigation Previous Previous post: Questioning Success: The Art of RejectionNext Next post: ON BEING TWENTY
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