Every Day's Complaint Poem by Sandra Feldman
Every Day's Complaint
Rating: ★5.0
What is the matter,
With Us?
No matter what,
We're always,
Looking for trouble!
The word "Peace"
Must be something,
Some fool
Found in the rubble.
After,
We've destroyed ourselves.
Then, maybe?
We'll be able
To stay out of trouble!
Friday, October 19, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: disaster
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Bernard F. Asuncion
20 October 2018
Such a well penned poem, dear Sandra.......10+++++++++++++
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4/25/2024 11:29:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Sandra do very true. No matter what, We're always, Looking for trouble! The word 'Peace' Must be something, Some fool Found in the rubble.