That's the world you shaped
Ghosts of people long gone
The ones remaining are taking their last few breaths
Beaten down by the precision of the wooden ruler
Yet nothing was voiced or brought up for concern
Each 'fought their war valiantly' and 'did the best they could'
That's what those left want to believe
In hope that they themselves will leave their mark, make a difference and leave some proof other than their names on a marble stone, indicating that they once lived
But that's the world we live in with ghosts of people long gone
YOU ARE READING
Musings
PoetryI am the product of an unsatisfied mind filled with musings of a girl who one was filled with ideals of her round world which is now her muse
