All these poems
We write
To save our lives.
To preserve like amber,
Only more futile.
To hope and pray our children
May live on and bless
What’s left of mankind.
May move them with their liveness,
Their boldness, their plain old truth.
Even if all they ever did was express
How they really felt to be alive.
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 1:02 AM UTC
All these poems
We write
To save our lives.
To preserve like amber,
Only more futile.
To hope and pray our children
May live on and bless
What’s left of mankind.
May move them with their liveness,
Their boldness, their plain old truth.
Even if all they ever did was express
How they really felt to be alive.
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