Still Not Broken
Written by: Wilfred Millers, Tuesday, April 27,2010, @ 7: 55 PM
In a window, a candle burned
A constant reminder of lessons learned
It burns for the mistakes we have made
Of change we were so afraid
Where did we go wrong?
Why is our thoroughfare so long?
When will we see bluer skies?
Worthless the tender our money buys
Invites once out I was handing
Forsaken at the altar Left naked standing
Surfaces warn now needs sanding
My ship on happier shores once was landing
Is this the dealing of fate?
Did we arrive excessively late?
Has the war turned into a stalemate?
Is Saint Peter still manning the pearly gate?
Sometimes things are so elusive
Decisions sometimes are inconclusive
People filled with so many excuses
Seldom kept are any truces
Around life always goes for a spin
Many times you have to take two on the chin
Good fortunes sometimes never let you in
To kill a Mockingbird remains an awful sin
Now we must conjure up a novel plan
Put a new label on an old brand
No truer words have ever been spoken
Battered, bruised, but still not broken
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