Unfit Poem by Sandra Feldman
Unfit
Trying to figure out,
What makes us tic,
Why bother?
Why want to know?
We're not clocks,
We're not even fit to tell Time,
Nor to fix what has to be fixed:
'Man's Inhumanity To Man'
Takes priority.
Sandra, I admire the way you pare down the words to the essential. I am a firm believer in brevity- -probably because I can never achieve it. Brevity forces us to find the right word, the right phrase, and to share the message with no excess baggage slowing it down or causing the message to drift off target. Excellent write, my friend. Deserving a 10 so I gave you one!
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5/6/2024 10:24:21 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Though we are not fit to tell time, We may indeed be clocks. Wound tight, alarms set and seldom reading correctly