A Different Perspective
Ah, the cradle
Of life’s rich soil
Spooning the ladle
Of rich gravy
Of buttery blessing
Over life’s mortal toil
Ah, the hope
Of futures yet unwritten
Of a fresh new scope
And a far-off vision
Glimmering in the distance
But it it really unwritten?
And as leaves fall to the ground
A short flight, without a sound
So the time sand falls as well
As life is drawn from deepest well
Yet here, we, as mortal beasts
Hunting and eating these fleshly feasts
Sit confused
Being amused
By Solome’s dance of entertainment
As we miss the point
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014
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