This poem is about people in general refusing to see the whole picture of what we as a whole have become, and allowed to become in this century.
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Through space and time
with grace and wine,
all things appear to be benign.
Everything is the same,
but looks to be changed.
No one knows where,
and no one knows
who they are.
The idea is to hide,
and humbly abide
until something can give,
making it easier to live.
I don’t know the answer,
but I know we must try.
Anything that is gotten
has to be gotten boldly.
I am sorry to say,
there isn’t much
in this day and time,
that is truly fair.
So tell me -
who out there really cares?
A plan in the making
is a very good thing.
We need to be able to see
the whole picture
of what is happening
in our century.
I agree, things have gotten
way out of hand.
Maybe some day,
things will not be this way.
We have to get back on track,
realizing we have a purpose,
and that is a known fact.
Change has to come
through we the people.
There is no time
to allow our minds to become feeble.
This life doesn’t have to be bad.
We choose to make it that way,
so therefore, we choose to live a sad
existence with the least we could be,
refusing to see
that we all could live in peace and harmony.
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