The Strangest Of Times? Poem by Sandra Feldman
The Strangest Of Times?
These are strange Times,
Nothing figures, clicks or rhymes,
I feel as if I'm upside down,
Instead of my forehead,
My lips wear a frown,
I can't fully explain,
But I don't like our Music,
It's full of destructive sound,
We seem just to lose it,
In our 21st Century,
Technical Merry-go-round,
And there seems to be no one around,
No one who cares,
If we live or we drown.
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4/24/2024 11:50:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
These are strange times indeed, but YOU figure, YOU click and YOU rhyme, so all is not lost. Lovely poem. Keep writing.