Shirley Hanley

.the Price Of Being Civilized - Poem by Shirley Hanley

I sat out on my front porch [way up in the air] today...

I listened to the sound of the cars on the freeway
as they came roaring across the valley
like an angry beast let out of a cage.
Driving me to take refuge [inside] behind closed doors.

Oh the joys of civilization..............!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 1, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, February 1, 2010

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