Head hung high

by Hope   Mar 23, 2018


Everyone's low-
head hung high:
never ask...
Never ask why,
down to the bone,
where do we go?
these town-halls have got to say one thing, pin down everything...
time brings everything by footprints;
handprints in the sand,
so give me your hand...
one thing,
one thing to say....

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