Absurdity: a Rhetorical Question
I
it was midnight in a perfect world
as a child my mind swirled
with ideas as domestic troubles stirred
from an early age, innocence unfurled
how can a man learn to live happy in this world
as to which we were so randomly hurled?
Copyright © J.J Bell | Year Posted 2022
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