Moment to moment
chronic,
We sit at our tables
Say life is ironic,
So smart,
Once singular,
How a mind becomes frail,
What drags a soul,
from it's unsteady rail,
Tosses it in the abys
Of no direction
Moment to moment
Chronic,
Life is really
ironic
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A really great poem, like it. A great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Angels Of Peace.