Our Secrets Poem by Sandra Feldman

Our Secrets



Skeletons in the closet,
Sometimes more than that,
Most famous people,
Are partly-rat.
Who can we trust?
Who do we really know?
We all have some feathers,
As black as crow.

Monday, October 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: people
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Thinking of all that is said when certain people run for the Presidency, who are they really, who is anybody really? So much is said about candidates and celebrities, how much is lies, how much is true? Suppose we'll never know.....
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kim Barney 12 October 2015

You are right. We all have faults, but we must all try to overcome them and live a Christ-like life. Nice poem.

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Savita Tyagi 12 October 2015

We all have black feathers but when people who take responsibility of a large populace and prove not to be trust worthy it spells big trouble. You are so right. Thanks for sharing.

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Laquory Jones 12 October 2015

Everyone has secrets Sometimes they hurt but with every little step marks for a better day. It doesn't get easier but it gets you where u can cope with the past, And that is true about what you said about the Presidency We might not know everything but we can only hope that people make good decisions to better not only themselves but America as an Whole.Thanks for sharing

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Kelly Kurt 12 October 2015

This holds true for every man and woman on Earth. Most children are exempt, as they haven't Learned to lie well and hide their nasty side.

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