In the Books of History
In a world such as this, there should
be no homelessness, there should
be no poverty; there should always
be a place for you and me.
There should be no wars or man-made
sorrows. There should be happy days and
happier tomorrow's. There should be
love that never ends, with beautiful family
and wonderful friends.
Too bad this is a place in the imagination
instead of another day of celebration.
Too bad we don't feel all that can be felt.
Too bad we can't depend on each other's
help.
Where is the love for today and tomorrow?
Where is the peace that we don't have and
have not borrowed? Where is the love for
the one who created Earth? Where is the
thankfulness for the one who gave us birth?
My heart fills with sorrow knowing that what
we have today will not be much better tomorrow.
So I leave this poem, for those who come after me,
in hopes that they leave these times in the
books of history.
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E Poet | Year Posted 2018
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