Mass of Men (Blogophilia 25.13)
The mass of men lead
Lives of quiet desperation
They rise in the morning
Work or not
Interact or not
Complain it is
The longest day
They rage to the Lord
Over a lot with no control
Not knowing whether
They matter or not
He cares or not
Assuming the best
Fearing the worst
And in when it is all over
They look to the heavens
For one last time
Is it true or not
Is it light or not
It is not the worst
It truly is the best.
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Topic-Michele Marko King
Pic Christine Wichman
Pic Guesses: Bath time, Bubbly, I am the queen, wet, kitty cleans, relax
Wonderful verse. 8 points Earthling
ReplyDeleteI can relate to this, as I suspect.. You may too. Excellent! -Dave Schrader
ReplyDeleteDoes seem like we've had a lot of really long days this year
ReplyDeleteYes, it does.
DeleteLove the poem!
ReplyDeleteIrene
Beautiful poem for the times....really feeling this today! xoxo
ReplyDeleteThank you for stopping by.
DeleteGreat poem. Every day this year seems like the longest day. I have to keep believing in the light.
ReplyDeleteInsightful words indeed
ReplyDeleteInsightful
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