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by Ed Jul 24, 2005 category : Life, society / about society
Time never gives refunds, amid the challenging fate... of the common man. His plight and demeanor are simple, worthless in the details of humanity, but important to the fabric of Labor. I protest to this sad fate of encounters. why cannot I, rise from the seeds of downfall? silly fool, do as your told, there is work to be done... The words are often heard so clear, and so true.... For this man is not an enemy, nor a traitor... he is merely a gift to wards change... simply known as the shady commoner.
by Dorotea©
Ed, Though I don't usually say something is good without giving suggestions for improvement, I'll do it this time. This poem was very good indeed. I liked the wording you used and originality of this poem. Great write, Dorotea