Change Is In The Air Poem by David Whalen

Change Is In The Air



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A Poem of triplets...Or of nine separate Senryus

There's a scent upon
This continent…and ‘tis the
Stench of discontent…

An acrid odor
That hovers over this proud,
But befuddled land

Frowns upon faces
Of all races…puzzled now
To their proper place

Curious mixture
Of hope and fear…once distant
That now hovers near

A leader whose ilk
Ne'er tried before now looms
Large before our door

Will our nation now
Bloom and flower…or face a
Future dark and dour

We the people must…
Simply shrug our shoulders and
Give our complete trust

It's Fate and Karma
That will rule the day…Matters
Not what man will say

So smell the Roses
Enjoy the moment and with
Gusto seize the day

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Change Is In The Air
Wednesday, November 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: change
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David Whalen

David Whalen

Covington Kentucky
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