VERSE FREED to ponder
Life.Nothing is simple.One is alive.
Breathing,eating living.Each day apart
Separate alone;and yet not quite.
Part of another,blood smeared,by genes linked,
Chain by chain in generation's pattern
Of lives past.We wait and wait in line
Repeating mistakes,treading the same circle.
Imagining progress is reality.
Dreaming dreams,we physically mature
As children in aging bodies.Pretending we
Are wise and sure.School yard games prevail
Punch and Judy in all but name;then lie
Down to die.Never to wonder.Why!
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2020
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