conor o gara

Rookie (07/08/1983 / dublin)

Life = A Stage - Poem by conor o gara

These days people walk around with their nose to the ground
Not a whistle not a hum
No stopping to give your change to the bum
Ostriches with our heads in the sand,
Members of one huge marching band
Rehearsals every day.
We all strive like bees in a hive
The honey is sweet but soon forgotten

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 28, 2009

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