I guess as people age, and die
And times age, and die,
Rethoughts are birthed...
‘So you thought you could tell,
Haven from hell,
Proud skies from pain.’
It seems, as humans age, and times
And age die, and die,
Resongs aren’t worthed.
‘Do you shed a green feel?
Don’t you wish you could
Change, heaven and hell.’
We weep emotional age! And age
Ands and, and die, and die,
Repeat beats its past…
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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John