Decaying

Decaying

A Poem by william andrews

There is a language
everybody knows
yet
most refuse
to speak it
There is a dream
all fathers know
yet
most refuse
to make it so
There is a seed
that needs to grow
yet
most refuse
to let it
There is a spark
of light
deep within
our childrens eyes
that is slowly
dying
yet
most refuse
to see
that we
are decaying
from within

© 2017 william andrews


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Added on February 9, 2017
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william andrews
william andrews

sami, Greece



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im just a sad old english man looking for another home for the words that i love They are words of sayings They are words of thoughts that i sometimes wish had never been born feedarea.. more..

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