Country progress,
Whole World in a Mess,
Who can it be?
That Couldn’t Care Less,
For those still a’thinkin’
You’ve got just one guess.
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How Gloriously the Poet speaks,
What Thousands of words, can’t
Better to view, poetically,
Ever, so unkind,Pathetically!Man writes his own,Tragedy,Not knowing how to control,His evil sentimentsAnd Vanity,Constantly, fooling others,To satisfy,His own, Insanity.
Depressing tune,
In Life’s Lagoon,No shore to go to,No place to be,When you are lonely,You’re like the Sea,Rolling forever,Stopping no more,Forever searching,Love on the Shore.
Swinging on the moon
Know that when this happensLove cannot be far!Loving Love’s SensationThat we really can’t describe,Love’s the only thingThat makes you always,Feel Alive!
Let those in power know
AreBut empty wordsIf deeds don’t follow,Their always slowTrain,Of promises madeBut hardly everSustained,As countrymen are made,Their hopes and serenadesTo bitterly, swallow.
When lilacs bloom,
When Spring is new,I think of you.When oceans storm,I think of you.When days go gray,I think of you.All past or new,I think of you.When morn does lightThe lonely night,I think of you,Yes, day and night,The one not onlyDid I love,But so adored,Never enough.I think of youAnd so regretThe years apartAfter we met,The many yearsI did…