Interruption
Antisocial you think
Because I will not waste good ink
To display my mind
To hearts still blind
What we do here is build a hereafter
Shall I add my name to the laughter
Of tomorrow?
I can do better with the cause of sorrow.
I must live for more than me and now
I have set my eyes beyond clouds
And see the stars with teeming plough
Muted too above our pimpled crowds.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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