Human? Poem by Christopher Tye
Human?
Human?
Human maybe but where's the humanity?
Ultimately the heart and spirit lives,
Mankind and the human race may not be me,
Always the exile searching for a place in time and space,
Now how can you decide how human a human is?
By Christopher Tye
Sometimes I think we are hanging on by our finger tips to remain human, as human value is dwindling, so sad. Annette
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4/29/2024 6:52:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The human race is now becoming a huge race. Material, competing and as you say human race.