A Waste Of Space - Poem by M.. BERRYANN

Our world is getting old again,
No longer disguising our age from space,
We've danced too long with the crumbs of our kin,
Fate ever envious of earth's beautiful skin.

Every grain of sand and strain of grace,
Every bone from forty million centuries,
Every atom of creation share this place,
Until a predestined pathway pauses our pace.

So why fill limitless penitentiaries?
Why misguide our young with a lost code of ethics?
Why trade our best on the burden of treasuries?
Why waste our days on painful memories?

Written by Mark Berryann 2013 ©

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, July 12, 2013

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