The Edge
Life is balanced on a razor thin edge
Fiery magma below us
And just on the edge
The atmosphere thins to nothing but cold
But we go on living as if never told
Never listening living in ignorant bliss
Something is wrong something’s amiss
Do something now or we can dismiss
All that we care for all that we’ll miss
When nothing is done and we have arrived
Only to find that nothing’s survived
Copyright © Howard Tunick | Year Posted 2015
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