White Picket Fence Poem by Ken Moore
White Picket Fence
Generations of Youth wringing loathsome labor
Corrupted by increments
The cold ticking breath of Conformities clock
A hardened Anguish grows benumbed
Bends the canvas torpid grey
Leaves the masses of mediocrity jaded lukewarm
Grieving the Ripening chrysalis of A wakening dream
Only threadbare souls live outside the lines
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
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4/18/2024 8:45:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Only threadbare souls live outside the line. good one.