Attempt

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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.

John Northcutt Young

From The Complete Poems of BREVITY

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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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One Response to Attempt

  1. John Northcutt Young says:

    Reblogged this on Brevity.

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