Robert F. Cronin

(Terre Haute, IN, USA)


Poem by Robert F. Cronin

If we could rid
This world of its pestilence
If we could rid
The earth of its racial hatred
Oh, what a joy it would be,
Forever youthful.
I believe I would procrastinate
Remember, putting off until tomorrow
What you could do today,
Puts you in a world of your own,
No necessarily the best.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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