The bells on high, they sing without being shy, in towers of gold they spell out kindness. They ring all day, without a thought of praise, as they're there for you. Don't look back, for what is there is a trap, let wisdom speak from lessons learned as they ring quietly in the back. Looking forward is scary, for the tired and weary, for what more can be done. Stay loose where you can, intelligence, life span, governance, no plan; for all can be lost, if thoughts rot, thinking, not. If time is to pass, finish not, finish last, to the sounds of gloom that can ring loud, hourglass.
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HERE'S THE SITUATION
Here's the situation. A train arrives at the platform to take people to their stations, where they station themselves at their desks in hopes of compensation. "Why do we do this to ourselves?" Each asked themselves in mutual adulation, knowing that in the end tokens for their time will be rewarded to them for pleasant jubilations. Or so they thought. "Times are tough." One frowned to another while the train pulled into the station; another nodded in agreement, with a sigh and a huff of mutual frustration. "At least the sun is out." Someone interjected as they stepped onto the train with seats as blue as the sky they walked away from.
By James Green4 years ago in Poets
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