Inner Conflict (deep growing inner sadness for society)


If I were ninety

I might think

It’s time to leave this world. And if

I thought I’d incarnate, re-incarnate,

Then I would hesitate

To have this wish

For just the reasons

Swished before,

Since this old world is goin’ to hell

In a damned wheelbarrow, and

Who’d wish to stay here till tomorrow

Or come back to what’s to be?

 

Inner Conflict 6.27.2016

Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

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