Don Johnson Poet Ballad

Returned To Sender

The ultra awesome wheel of life,
And when you're dead, in spirit twice?
Returning ones remember sure,
Things they'd often learned before,
Like greed and avarice,
The gifted ones have known before,
The musican who already knows the score,
Born with the gift, amazing sure,
Past, memory rolls the dice,
Obsession was the price,
A hundred years before,
So random it seems the scene,
Be born to squalor so obscene,
Bitterly ironic, justly deemed,
4 the greedy new-born poor,
If judgement intercedes?
Does Logic key the door?
 

Don Johnson

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Therese Bacha September 6, 2014 at 10:07 AM Hello Don, I am back for a while, and you are my first to read what deep in your thoughts. The real meaning is behind each word you wrote, you are so down to earth, mentioning the good and the bad. Well done. Terry xoxo