CirclesA Poem by L.M.Warde
How far we have come,
how little we've grown. There is so much that we've done, when so little is known. Like children we play, with weapons and war. Setting out each day, we settle the score. We make jokes about money, and how little some have. Convinced that it's funny, to their faces, we laugh. We're so close, yet alone, see what our cities have done. How little we've grown How far we have come. © 2013 L.M.Warde |
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1 Review Added on August 10, 2013 Last Updated on August 20, 2013 AuthorL.M.WardeKSAboutIn a simple explanation: I am a rather quiet individual who strongly enjoys telling stories, be them a short narrative at a party or get together, or a long chapter-by-chapter telling through .. more..Writing
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