something newA Poem by Amy Craig BeasleyThere is an addiction to newness To the sudden pow And the instant wow That keeps people Carrying out the trash And pulling out the card And With Buying power Demanding nothing that will Last A throw-away society Transient Torn and radically removed From the patch And the stitch That could hold what remains Together Our mind set moved And In our keep There will be nothing Old or borrowed The dependable Replaced By expendable If ever we can feel Something Weighing heavy in our pocket s And in our hearts We will quickly turn it in for something new And As deep as air We will float Through time © 2011 Amy Craig Beasley |
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Added on August 14, 2011 Last Updated on August 14, 2011 AuthorAmy Craig BeasleyGreenville, SCAbout....daughter - sister - auntie - niece -cousin - wife - mother - friend - - writer - teacher -artist - student - gardener - - cook .... one who listens who hears One who looks and sees .. more..Writing
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