futility
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Complete Fri, Nov 20, 2015<5 mins
a poem about life
FUTILITY
By Peter Rose
The angry wind searches the darkened land,
The darkened land scowls at the restless sea,
The restless sea hisses frustration on the shore,
The shore shrugs its sandy shoulders, and carries on as before.
We humans seek ever changing stimulation,
We humans are frustrated with out novelty,
We humans are never content to let things be,
We humans are prime examples of futility.
Only humans think time drags so slow,
Only humans regret growing old,
Only humans inflict boredom temper on all,
Only humans think God should come when they call.
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