Rachel Lichtensteiger Poems
|1.||A Musician’s Call||4/20/2009|
|7.||A Physical Perspective||4/20/2009|
|9.||The Little Boy||4/20/2009|
|10.||No Tears To Cry||4/20/2009|
|12.||Nobility Of Knights||4/20/2009|
|13.||A Twist Of The Knife||4/20/2009|
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The vibrant flower lay limp,
A sign of bitterness and grief,
For how can one live with such little hope?
The clock runs too quickly
And wins the race to death,
Yet civilization is
Crumbling before our eyes,
How can there be hope for tomorrow?
Hurt, sorrow, shame
Where is the polite etiquette,
The energy, the life of our prior selves
So beloved in our childhood?
Where did the youth of spirit go?
For are not the young old and the old young? I see no youth in those meant to be youthful.
Twinkling eyes turn clouded,
And the warmth of heart is ...