Eventually Will Verberate
No one is perfect have heard these days
Wanting attention and seeking much praise
With a lousy care less attitude on display
Leading us astray and becoming dismay.
Searched around and still have not found
End up with many things we were bound
To arrive at and then try to conclude
It was all the beginning of a family feud.
If in middle where may be the ground
Might be circle who a point moves around
Surrounded completely by a circumference
Like logical things trying to make some sense.
Looked here, there, everywhere and beyond
After that few minutes of sleep did abscond
Wondering how much longer I must wait
Until being aroused and things will reverberate.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
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