Just On The Edge Of Knowing Poem by Charlie Youdonneedtaknow

We’re just on the edge of knowing,
and god knows where we're going.
The cold winds are a’ blowing,
and the clouds are always snowing.
Long gone is the time for sowing.
and no one here is showing,
just what it means to Live.

One thousand hands are holding.
One hundred voices scolding.
Tens of hearts are molding,
but only one this scene beholding.
Oh see the great flag folding,
But all are still withholding,
just what it means to Love.

We see the people smiling,
while the bodies still are piling,
up on the sterile white tiling.
The complaints we don't stop filing.
The number we keep on dialing.
The world just keeps on beguiling,
just what it means to Laugh.