New technology to burn
and no concern for prosperity.
The wheels now too late,
upset the lied,
upset the eyes,
and shame afraid.
Just waiting in the rain,
pieces dream in industry
moved on and gone.
See history strong,
and a future for man,
a lifetime skilful yesterday,
upset, though we lied.
The preacher close tempers despair.
Is that another tragedy,
a room once a future?
A working man, a lifetime
for yesterday.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 423
The Circus
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.