The Pipe Poem by Graham Fowell

The Pipe



I’ve seen what happens…
Like looking at a pipe
Where you know water flows,
But you can’t actually see the water…

I’ve seen what happens,
But the conclusions I have drawn,
Even though they are the truth,
Are rejected by people who are looking at the pipe
But don’t know why the pipe is there.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical
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