May I Ask
Unto your loving counteanace
are we not a pair to be
forever enthralled
unlisted by humanity
altruistic apologetic
always empathetic
sometimes failed
other time hailed
our times of the here and now
resolving past misnomers
foretelling a price for our present
the power drain from our past
the forgiveness of our futures.
Aye, there's the rub.
Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2022
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