I’ve lost more than I’d wish
to lose
and learned more than
I’d like to.
This is what happens
when kids
grow up.
I am a product
of a broken boy
becoming a
measly man
in a
wallowed world
that has no room for
generosity.
The world will not end
with a spark
to the neck or a
chill
on the spine.
The world will not
die silently into
a night that
no good man
can bare.
The world will end
when the
human race
allows greed
to conquer
grace.
And my friends,
we are
well on our
way.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC
I’ve lost more than I’d wish
to lose
and learned more than
I’d like to.
This is what happens
when kids
grow up.
I am a product
of a broken boy
becoming a
measly man
in a
wallowed world
that has no room for
generosity.
The world will not end
with a spark
to the neck or a
chill
on the spine.
The world will not
die silently into
a night that
no good man
can bare.
The world will end
when the
human race
allows greed
to conquer
grace.
And my friends,
we are
well on our
way.
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