I think we say we can't know
Because we don't want to know
And spending faith and trust
(In whatever amounts we have)
On anything but ourselves,
Is life's most fearful endeavor
And can't be proved otherwise (we think)
Until one actually spends
So trust the one who is good
You have that discretion
For lies abound like slot machines
"Spend your coins here and pull the handle."
"Come buy, Come buy" (Rossetti's Market).
But not at the place that looks
To sell you as shabby goods.
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The Quiet Strangers
PoesiaSometimes I think poems are like quiet strangers in the corner of the room waiting to be known. Only when time is taken to approach them is their richness revealed. Here you will find poems on nature, loss, hope, and the soul. Simple topics some mig...
