December 30, 2019Poem
Look this way
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Look this way
Take my hand
I am not a stranger
To paradise
It has opened its doors
Once before
They will open again
And this time it will be
For me.
Marking time
Is more than a dance
To entrance the angels
It is a reminder
Of our lost humanity
Take my hand
Together we can
Waltz one last time
Make something more
Than a requiem
For the masses
Take to the floor
We might yet find
Such optimism
Will be our saviour.