Wednesday, June 08, 2005

poetry

The people slowly pass me by,
I sit here and watch them go.
Absorbed in their own little lives,
I wonder what makes it so.

Humans are wonderous creatures.
Dexterious, agile, gentle and cruel.
A volatile mix of emotionals,
Now raised on hour de ourves once raised on gruel.

Life,the conflict of death and brith,
The continual challenge to remain,
Humans naievity, the creatures instinct.
The gutter, symbolic of the legacies gain.

The rush of life, the people hurry past,
The humans legacy continues, will the creatures' last?

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