Sunday’s Poetry Post


Let us pretend
Life doesn’t end.
There’s no war,
No keeping score.

Nobody grows old,
Hungry or cold,
There’s always enough
When life’s rough.

No one knows
Pain or woes,
People aren’t shun
Seen as one.

Life isn’t perfect
We can’t neglect.
Work to reshape,
Not to escape.


About John Northcutt Young

I write. Remember making-up stories from spelling words in the fifth grade. A journalism degree followed. Thanks for looking.
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