Futility Poem by William B. Deutscher

Futility

Rating: 5.0

Piled high,
Cluttered day.
See the crowd
On your way.

Morning trudge,
Daylight swoon.
Blind alley,
Broken tune.

Tumbling hard,
Abstract life.
Reality,
The cutting knife.

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MAHTAB BANGALEE 13 February 2024

beautifully written; nice to read the song

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