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
