In the middle of the road
of all that stands on broken-coves
watching the dance of daylight
creeping, slope by slope out the of the frame
withering and wilting
from the way we could have been great
we could have save the day,
maybe made a real change
maybe break pseudo-fame,
maybe held our exhausted heads,
in whisper
proclaim…
America has it problems, our skin to skin issues
maybe its time we solve’em
the haphazardly excursion that nothing’s ever wrong
please excuse me when you see me move
from the lonely broken roads
where the light seems to peep, broken surges
sweltering, broken concrete
I’ll be moving on~kindness sister
A Poet's Vision 
This is a poem FOR THIS MOMENT. You are absolutely right. We must seize the energy and make change now!
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so true 🙂
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Amen. So many of us have the lonely broken roads in this time of illness but in the midst of what is happening we need to move on.
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Amen 🙂
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