Formulating Signals

Poem By RoseAnn V. Shawiak

It's easy to sell your soul

It's easy to sell your soul for a job.

You let your beliefs fly away like pigeons from a loft

opened in the early morning.

Some are caught by hawks

some return

others just disappear without trace.

Comments about Formulating Signals

Terry you are so right it is often tempting to sell out along the way in life. Thanks.


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