here and nowA Poem by keithpoet's penhere and now it is the poet who's pen records the strife so often felt the ink that brands the truths so easily tossed it is the songs sung from words written that speak the horrors of war of death it is the unbridled manner words paint the pictures so easily seen the cries of children early morn rain the despair the pain the joys the sorrows of yesterdays of tomorrows of loves lost the hungers of the huddled masses the uglies of man beauties of the mind the death of democracies the importance of here and now such are the recordings of the poet © 2022 keith |
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Added on January 26, 2022 Last Updated on November 13, 2022 Authorkeithnowhere you would want to knowAboutwho i am, what i be ... i write about that from which many shy. i am not afraid. i know the costs of living life for all it's worth. i am but complicatedly simple. i sing the words of no fear and ce.. more..Writing
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