The days are long, The struggles are hard, But I have never come so far. The storms rage on, The wind still howls, But I have never come so far. Task after task, job after job, There is no end to the chores. But I have never come so far. I want it all to…
Category: Poem
What The World Wants
What the world wants is amusement, But that is not what the people see. The world sees entertainment, But the people know they are not free. The spotlight shines down from above The stars shine bright in the dark The cannon rolls in on the dove Yet all it needs is a spark. The monkeys…
What Am I?
What am I? I do not know. So please, Won’t you tell me so? Am I a room? Am I a shelf? Am I a building? Or Santa’s elf? Well, it depends, I’d have to say, On what you see of me, This day. I must be a treasure box, Because there is treasure within…



