ROCK BOTTOM
 


Remember what our future use to be?
Only now, our future is here you see.
Children, as we were, we had hopes.
Kids now days are on slippery slops.

Bargains are almost gone, out of sight.
Optimism is a hard subject to deal in.
Too many spiritual problems lie within.
Touch of freedom is almost gone.
Our forefathers` dreams reach their demise.
Many compose, but too much is lies.





[ The FIVE & DIME Challenge ]

COMPOSE
TOUCH
FUTURE
BARGAIN
DEMISE

By poetalthomas

© 2012 poetalthomas (All rights reserved)

 

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