SharingA Poem by Steve KittellPeople
that yell have nothing to say. People
who yawn sleep all day. People
who sniff also smell. Preachers
of lies go to hell.
Thieves
take for their greed. The
meek give when in need. The
globe’s split by distant light. Half
is day. Half is night.
Half
is X. Half is Y. Thunder
booms in forever sky. Drowning
reason with buoyant screams. Pushed
and pulled to the extremes.
Hiding
behind a glass veneer. The
mirror you see we all don’t share. But
share we must this beautiful, hideous place. Because
life’s a test not a race.
The
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StatsAuthorSteve KittellIn the shadow of Windmill Cottage, East Greenwich, RIAboutHaving suffered almost fifty years of writers block I'm back, picking up exactly where I left off, as a mischievous five year old. Current chidren's poems can be seen at: http://www.childrens-stori.. more..Writing
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