Our Times, Not Prime Poem by Sandra Feldman
Our Times, Not Prime
Rating: ★4.0
Of tragic dooms, the future looms,
Don't know if I can take it,
The world seems like a thing marooned,
Awaiting to go naked.
It's just that things have gone too far
Don't know if we can stake it,
What once was Good, A precious Star,
Now all we do is Fake it.
Monday, November 19, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: future,star
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8/29/2026 7:53:23 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
modern society is lacking, that's for sure. it's easy to get lost in it. good poem!