And Angels Weep - Poem by Frederick Kesner
Beyond the perimeter of time
A relentless voice of personal addiction
Sings of now defunct dreams.
A helping hand strums, on open hills
Stringed anthems to Elysian chords;
applauds long gone deeds.
Many forget in daily commute,
Their pursuit itself an obsession;
Destiny derailed by blind derision.
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