Long before anyone showed up to wonder,
the sole proprietor of worry, a concern
an internal battle whereby no one need care
except the him, her, the people that do
no longer care about society and its worthy
component of judgment, shame and guilt.
~
Oh to lose ourselves in the news of the world,
to let go of personal aggravations and blame
it all upon a world away from our own,
yet right here in my backyard I watched a fight
break out between two states of mind,
one struggling to survive,
and the other wishing only to conquer
the reality of a life lived in peace.
~
I watched the day drift by today, like sheets of rain,
weeping through the avenue painting the street.
© Scott F Savage 12/2020
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