Of reality blind
side of the blade
or the other
All are not blind
to the plight of
man kind
No position only through
voice by choice
There is a time to
smell the roses
Time fastly drawing
unto us all to hear
Change is upon us
imbrace or do fear
Words are not money
money ignores the word
I am told
Most have no money
fewer have the word
Money grow on treeª
I was told by she
whom I loved
is it true what she said
No more living on the
razors edge areªs bleed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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