Todays world may never know
The beauty it once was.
Whatever path that we may take,
We may leave it crumbled in dust.
Whenever you look and see the horrid place
That man themselves have gone to make.
Only then will you ever see
The beauty that our home used to be.
I ask you to stop and take some time,
To think of our creations.
To see what our home has become,
Thanks to all of our nations.
We all play a part in some small way,
Living always day to day.
We are stuck in an endless cycle,
Always running the same few miles.
Open your eyes and you will see,
The home our home only used to be.
Hi Cameron-This is my kind of poem, I really enjoyed it! A 9 from me.
Thank you! ! Kinda new to the whole poem thing, so I'm doing my best to write good ones!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are stuck in an endless cycle, Always running the same few miles. think of the creation the beauty it was...... so many thoughts about life and living. thank you. tony
It's always been something that I have had a mind about. Watching people run in place as they walk the same familiar path of their every day life. So I decidedto put it in my own words. Thank you for the comment Dr. Tony