A Sad Day

 

At the end of

That day,

Everyone going

Their own way,

There wasn’t much

That one really could say,

The surfacing of everyone

For themselves,

The I don’t care

Attitude,

Perhaps necessary

For evolution’s sake,

Was still to the idealist,

The Pollyanna hidden deep

Within,

A sad day.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

4:21 PM August 28, 2014

 

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