through my eyes i'll hope you'll understand my vision is broad but without demand I seek only the joy that comes from the hand that has been nurtured in a free land if only you knew or could appreciate the sacrifices made before it's too late before time has it's say and makes my reasoning not words of betray but alas I feel deaf ears prevail and no ground is made with a windless sail.........
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Posted: Sep 2015
About this poem:
my youngest son .......unemployed, uninterested in life ......every word falling on deaf ears
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