Why is everone in such a hurry, why not take one step at a time and
take in what really is around us, we will all eventually get where we are supposed to be, only just a little slower.
I remember the time, only to well
If that is a good thing, its hard to say
Then again, its not good to dwell
Up before the first ray of sun
Has time to burst upon one
And sucks up the only bit of moisture
Like a sponge absorbs water
Wondering what the day would bring
As the last of the fog lifts, the birds start to sing
Out with the stock, getting ready for the shed
Their high pitched calls, tells all, they want to be fed
But to their disgust, they're herded up the ramp
Pushing, shoving, it looks like a POW camp
Jammed in pens, like fish in a tin
Over their protests, the machines start with a mighty din
The gates start to open, they all cram to the back
But the first in front, is brought down like a sack
And its now you realize
And really look in their eyes
The fear, the terror
Could be a reflection
Could it be you, looking in the mirror
waiting for a new day to begin
Poetry by Kialee
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Written on 2006-06-18 at 02:03
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take in what really is around us, we will all eventually get where we are supposed to be, only just a little slower.
Is Life Really Like That?
It was long ago, it seemed like yesterdayI remember the time, only to well
If that is a good thing, its hard to say
Then again, its not good to dwell
Up before the first ray of sun
Has time to burst upon one
And sucks up the only bit of moisture
Like a sponge absorbs water
Wondering what the day would bring
As the last of the fog lifts, the birds start to sing
Out with the stock, getting ready for the shed
Their high pitched calls, tells all, they want to be fed
But to their disgust, they're herded up the ramp
Pushing, shoving, it looks like a POW camp
Jammed in pens, like fish in a tin
Over their protests, the machines start with a mighty din
The gates start to open, they all cram to the back
But the first in front, is brought down like a sack
And its now you realize
And really look in their eyes
The fear, the terror
Could be a reflection
Could it be you, looking in the mirror
waiting for a new day to begin
Poetry by Kialee
Read 317 times
Written on 2006-06-18 at 02:03
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