It Is TimeA Poem by Paul Seaman... a plaintive statment is often a request in disguise ...
It is time. It is time to be brutal and harsh with everyone who is in my way. It is time to be pushy and cruel, abrupt and severe, with any and all who get in the way of my plans. I have tried it the other way, trust, shared mutual interest, faith and hope that the best sides of human nature with present themselves to me if I do the same... This is fallacy, illusion and delusion of the worst kind. Humouring myself with glasses of violet hue while my children go hungry and my dreams go unfulfilled. This is a Hard World, where everyone is out for their own ego, social standing, and personal desires, and, to deny such... Is to be silly, unaware and sad. It is time, to wake up, and smell the Cold Hard Salt that fills Eveyman's, Everywomen's wounded heart. It is time.
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Added on January 22, 2014 Last Updated on January 22, 2014 AuthorPaul SeamanSioux City, IAAboutPlease check out my book: Tales of the Sensitive Man on Amazon. I believe Poetry diffuses the lines betweeen truth & fantasy, love & hate, justice and desire... Chef, Writer, Parent, Widow. Born/Trai.. more..Writing
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