Susan K. Call

(Powkantan Point, Ohio, USA)


Poem by Susan K. Call

Some people believe all people are one.
We share the earth plants and sun.
All the people came from their mother.
In one way or another we are all brothers.
Our minds work hard, day and night.
And even a blind eye can see light.
We all dream of wealth and romatic love making.
Body against body tough and shaking.
When we are sad, we will weep
Every one dreams in their sleep.
Do you know what we do last?
We think about everything we have done in our past.
We are all one when we die.
We lay on our lack and we face the sky.
Think about this when you hate.
How can a nobody poet change our fate.

Comments about One by Susan K. Call

There is no comment submitted by members..
One Score Card

User Rating:
0,5 / 5 (1 votes)0

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: people, hate, believe, fate, change, sad, work, mother, dream, sleep, sky, sun, light, night, brother

Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003