Society Seeing

I can not see
Inside my soul,
Or watch the minutes
As we all grow old.

I can not stop
As time flies by
It's not amusing,
To Watch friends die.

I can not listen
For the voice of God
With children crying
While sparing the rod.

And I can not see
Inside your soul
While we watch the tears
As we all grow old.

by Sandra Osborne

Comments (4)

Again and again, you never disappoint us Theodora
Oh my, Sandra...this is very touching...well done. You do have a very special way with words...you have a special gift. Lare
tender and provoking, Sandra. skillfully written. Jake
I love this piece Sandra, up to the same genius, as always. Warmly, Your friend, Theodora Onken