Maureen Timmins Poet I do not know?

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A plastic sun, paper moon, painted sky of blue
End will come very soon no matter what we do
Manmade plants, not so nice but real ones never grow
Have a go toss the dice, one above and six below
Odds all fall against you, no one wins today
Some try but only just a few, yet no one gets their way
Our world is no use anymore even man can be replaced
In time the human substitute will be a brand new metal race

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Beata Agustin December 30, 2025 at 11:33 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Skat A January 31, 2016 at 7:44 PM Maureen, A great pleasure to find and read your poem today. Love -- SKAT --

Carol Sunshine Brown December 15, 2010 at 5:19 AM Thank you for sharing your heart with us through your poetry here at PoetrySoup Maureen. My time for reading and commenting will be short until after the New Year. So, today I send a wish from my house to yours. Have a Joyous Holiday and a Happy New Year. Please remember the sick and hungry in your prayers daily. Do all you can to help in anyway you can. Love and blessing, Carol and Family (Your smile can warm a heart)

Liz Walsh December 15, 2010 at 5:00 AM Interesting theory, Maureen - well expressed. Liz