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Submitted by sinbadthesaliorman on 20 October 2007 - 3:33pm.| Updated 29 April 2008 - 2:09pm.
Style / Type:
freeform
Today the grass is green and our society is mean
Life is short and love is sweet
So love awhile and live awhile
For tomorrow the sky darkens the grass browns
Love turns to hate and dismay
Life will cease to exist
So love and live for tomorrow
We die
I guess this is just to say
That this world of ours; is near too
It’s Grand Finale
and
Soon it will come to pass, a giant atomic blast
Then this world of men, will be at it’s end
A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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I forgot to finish this and came back across it today this was orginally two separate poems and I went ahead and melded them together these were both written back in night school 1982
(2 votes)
That's quite a phylosophy Sinbad
Live for today hmm I like to plan for tomorrow too it keeps me going.
Regards,
Mark
Yes Mark all our tommarrows
Are they really out there for any of us tommorrows I mean for as soon as the hand passes 12 it is now today only yesterdays and todays can we play with plan for today for such therein lays our tommorrows believe in today plan for the marrow but you see it never come any way tommorrow is but a minute second long No but I do see what you are barking at I do have hope of a better today and plan each day come what may but as for tommorrows Donnie/Sinbad
The big picture
It sure does look bleak, Donnie. But what to do? I think it boild down to trying to see some good now and doing good if that is even possible :)
Mark
“small moves”