by steve1223adelaide, South Australia
Oct 2014 834 Views 6 comments
The Dance
Today I see
What tomorrow brings
The same as yesterday
If black is white
And wrong is right
The weak inherit nothing
The bear awakens
While the lion sleeps
And pigeons are ripe for plucking
So the dance goes on
And we all play a part
And nothing ever changes
What tomorrow brings
The same as yesterday
If black is white
And wrong is right
The weak inherit nothing
The bear awakens
While the lion sleeps
And pigeons are ripe for plucking
So the dance goes on
And we all play a part
And nothing ever changes
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Oct 2014
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Comments (6)
nice and so correct some times or at least it seems that way.
Or is it human nature.....
Kathy
Such great flow and a wonderful poem,
a mighty quill my friend
SAS