Routine. Poem by Peter Vealey
Routine.
Rating: ★5.0
She passes days,
Gazing nowhere with,
Nothing in mind.
For the sake of being different.
Can`t she see?
She`s tied just as much,
As everyone else.
If only she could,
Come outside.
Stand from where I am.
But that`s it.
The way we are,
Is rarely our,
Eventual destiny.
Tuesday, March 23, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: civil rights
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Tolerance.
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4/26/2024 4:55:17 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A wonderful poem imbued with insight. A lot of us resonate with this write.