More Pain Than Glory Poem by Sandra Feldman
More Pain Than Glory
How normal are we?
Paradoxical cocktail
Of love and hate,
Of humanity and cruelty
Lost in our own insanity,
So quickly, we attract
More pain than glory.
So many minds cannot think straight,
Thus cultivate their own destructive state.
Are we masters of our fate?
Or are we all, 'the same old story'
Much vital pain and very little glory.
Humanity! ! Of love and hate. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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So many minds cannot think straight. Some cultivate destructive state and some cultivate constructive state. Interesting sharing is done here...10