Donald Yates

Discontent - Poem by Donald Yates

Man is born of humankind this his destiny
To better dwell in discontent wherever he may be
To pile upon the ashes of races in decease
From cradle to coffin he finds no release
There are no bigger hills to climb or fantasies to chase
Only wants of discontent for the human race.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

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