Patti Masterman

The World - Poem by Patti Masterman

The world is only a giant room
We’ve been allowed to wander in,
While finding mysterious treasure there,
And secrets, too gargantuan.

To hold inside, and so we paint
And write and sculpt, and even sing
Of all the things seen in the room,
Once taken into our inner being.

We've filled ourselves up with the world;
Enough to last for a billion years,
Filled up till the very last breath-
And borne out then, on beauty's tears.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 26, 2011

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