Food For Thought Poem by shimon weinroth

Food For Thought



In the event of nothing
Everything becomes important
As the world of trivia
Ascends the throne of sublime

Right is not always right
But wrong is consistent
Immoral and wrong

My son a pleasant smile
A laughing pleasure
Take his measure
And find the treasure

Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: son
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