The Same Old Story

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...just like the Romans



The songwriter rhymes with his reason

The poet is penning his pain

The artist’s creating a canvass impression

Enlivened with every stroke lain.


There’s rejoice for the birth of a child

In the garden, a seed starts to sprout

These innocent wonders awaiting their turn,

Recasting the world throughout.


But…the song, it will never be finished,

The poem shall remain without end.

The once promising painting, sit in neglect,

To never on a wall be suspend.


The child shall never see daylight.

The seed never reach past the dirt.

There won’t be a morning, the unheeded warning

Foretold what’s too late to divert.


As we’re redefining “Eternal.”

We leave lessons for cultures to come;

We started with Eden, evolved with our greed,

Until to our own requiem we’ve succumb.

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Poohgranma 5 years ago from On the edge

brilliant!


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blake4d 4 years ago from Now Rising Out of Phoenix Arizona Earthlings

No matter what we write, the song remains the same. Even whale songs and sonic booms. Cool references and structure. Keep on Hubbing. Blake4d


Moon 21 months ago

Help, I've been informed and I can't become igaotnnr.

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