Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Moments of Joy

moments of joy..where have they gone
ask the rose.. the rose will say
ask the thorn..
some are rich
some poor born
the Richie Rich
the poor
the underprivileged
scorn
some blind
groping the darkness
searching for a new dawn
moment of sadness
a moment forlorn
a spiritual soul
in a waste basket
tattered and torn
a reflected moment
as a poem reborn
walking barefoot
kissing mother earth
on the soul of a lawn
hate only hate
loves to spawn



This was a line of a comment turned into a poem..

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