My Age an Ode to the Troubled World

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My Age an Ode to the Troubled World

My age, an age of war. My life, a story of sarrows. Ways to get over it, let me see. One filled with pain or one filled pleasure. What will be your leangth of measure. Battles raging all around. Something's not right that's for sure. There will most likely never be a cure for the world's most deadly deseases. What is this world comeing to that I live in? Will it change for my offspring or for their offspring? What is becoming of our world, our land, our lives that we choose to live? Can this really be our end, our devestation? is our congress really taking these issues as lightly as the dandilion seeds that fly through the air. Our friends and family even stangers are dying for something that will kill us and our land eventually. So what is the point I say. What will save us today?

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

everdark’s Poems (14)

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