Jerome William Tribout
Untitled - Poem by Jerome William Tribout
Long ago, when you were born, you stepped
into this world and over time you
have evolved, into a mess
you've been hurted
You take the task to clean the mess,
you know it will take a while;
so you take the time so leisure like and accumulate a big pile.
The days roll on, the months grow long, the pieces all together.
You become more assured that you are part of this world
and the cycles of Dear Mother Nature.
So naked it seems, that at times you have been,
you could care less for the gift that he gave us.
Now the nights grow long as the days linger on
almost as if your mind stops thinking.
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