Edge Poem by Uloia Norris Moore

Of reality blind
side of the blade
or the other

All are not blind
to the plight of
man kind

No position only through
voice by choice

There is a time to
smell the roses

Time fastly drawing
unto us all to hear

Change is upon us
imbrace or do fear

Words are not money
money ignores the word
I am told

Most have no money
fewer have the word

Money grow on treeª
I was told by she
whom I loved
is it true what she said

No more living on the
razors edge areªs bleed