Waste Not Thy BirthrightA Poem by Phill Oz O'feeAttempt at a sonnet format .......Waste Not Thy Birthright In each birthright passed down to our offspring Will there be joy, or sad downfall bequeathed There seems a theme to lost control of things Enwreathed with greed in few callous wild beasts Ignored pain cries of sea, the air and soil Tempt fate’s assault on those too blind to see Next now the signs of rot and waste decay Stealth in unseen or just not worth decreed What holds us back to act in ways precise? And turn from sloth lifestyles of cold neglect Address we must the clear main point advice To keep and help get back our self respect We need to make pristine this gift bequest A world that’s clean and our children blessed Copyright @ Phillozofee 2018 © 2018 Phill Oz O'feeAuthor's Note
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Added on April 25, 2018Last Updated on April 26, 2018 AuthorPhill Oz O'feeWinchester, Hampshire, England, United KingdomAboutI am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death. Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..Writing
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