Surprise
Standing on the frozen water, underneath the turquoise plain,
Temperature not getting hotter, chills set in and ease the pain.
Problems of your prior self, discarded at the price of health.
Peoples problems of today, vain and solemn, so cliche.
Imagine a desolate waste, bone chilling cold like that of space,
You're all alone, you have no place to call home,
You've got no phone, to call for a ride,
There's no one to call, there's no one to drive.
Buildings unheated , feeling defeated.
This is where humanity lies, struggling hard to survive,
Battling nature to stay alive, learning how to surely thrive.
Judged not by wealth, looks, or popularity,
But by hard work, devotion, and charity.
One day soon we will return,to the beginning when the skies were burned.
I pray for all that we'll realize, were all the same, what a surprise.
Copyright © Daniel Berg | Year Posted 2012
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