You
You, who are unable to grasp
the concept of another human being,
You, with beauitful eyes
Always looking, never seeing.
You, with your polished nails
And gleaming halo,
You the intelligent one,
The one who's fit, the one who's able.
You, the master of your city,
The king, or queen of your throne,
You with so much wisdom
How come you're all alone.......
Lynn Barany
Copyright © Lynn Hanna Barany | Year Posted 2011
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