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Irony

life 
 this passing through 
 strive, strain 
 to attain 
 standards arbitrary 
 success, succession 
 blinded to beauty 
 by beauty 
 miss the point 
 until the end. 
  
 perhaps 
 we are extras 
 in the dreams 
 of one, who waits 
 to be born.

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John Fleming

Date: 10/22/2017 6:17:00 AM

Very well espoused, Patricia! A recurring thought that has provoked many comments from many deep thinkers throughout the long centuries. In warm affection. :) john

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 10/23/2017 6:47:00 PM

Thank you John just one of my thought tangents. Bad case of the 'what ifs' that day.

Vijay Pandit

Date: 10/16/2017 4:06:00 PM

Deep in thought--a poem of introspection--well done, Patricia!

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 10/16/2017 6:12:00 PM

Thank you for your understanding comment.

Russell Sivey

Date: 10/16/2017 8:30:00 AM

Oh wow, I love the last stanza, the thought of that is truly amazing...that person must not desire to make us fly though, nor have super strength, or...! I surely loved reading your ingenious thoughts this morning! What a fascinating poem my friend! Great Work!!

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 10/16/2017 8:35:00 AM

Thank you so much Russell say hi to emma. Take care.