Sorry, Mom.A Poem by The River Man
It's raining
On the dirt Pontificating potential worth Reading the double helix And inscribing it into the Earth Rearing a bright green seedling Whose legacy will experience re-birth The wheels are turning And rending with treads Exhaust alteration And social trends Natural altercation Acid rain says Mother Nothing from an indifferent brother Foundations crumbling And now we notice Our hearts are rumbling So we throw this A brick though a life For life has lost all its worth So we shatter without remorse Here comes that pale horse © 2012 The River Man |
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Added on April 2, 2012 Last Updated on April 2, 2012 Author
The River ManAboutJust a passive observer who drops his thoughts at his heels. Occasionally dipping my quill the communal ink, and making my mark on the common parchment. more..Writing
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