A poem I wrote:
Robots and Fools
As I sit and ponder a page
Blank and virgin as snow
I consider, it is spotless, without age
And yet I want it to know
Both laughter and shame
The grief and the glee
That a lifetime imparts
To a soul when it starts
On its journey to be
Either wild or tame
To be alive is to feel
Be it despair and woe
Or perhaps, some delight
Contentment in being
What the child in the kaleidoscope is seeing
Colors both dull and bright
For to take the call
To be sure it is real
Not simply made out to be so
And to hear the bad news
Of a child without shoes
Is better than none at all
Robots and fools on their trip to the moon
And the stars rushing by
Singing their tune
Of triumph and wisdom and courage and fright
To the listening ear of the blackening night
Wrought upon one emotion and life
On the other, only a shiny knife
That knows not the way between hatred and love
Nor cares for underneath over above
And carves out the look in apathy's eye
The page is now filled with mindless verse
Spotless is gone to never return
And the brush stroke will burn
For better or worse
On a canvas that chooses the horse, not the hearse
To feel the heat in its aching sides
But the pain is real and so it rides
Through empty pages, taking the call
For to hear the bad news
Of millions without shoes
Is better than hearing no ring at all
This is very moving. Had to listen to it a couple of times to understand but great writing, video, and music. Good job.
Jarrod786 11 months ago