Posted in Poetry

The Rage …

If we say goodnight tonight

What would be the final sight?

Our backs? as we walk away

Never to greet another day

 

Whose to say what it shall be

How my end will greet me?

A shot, a bomb or old age

Now that terrorism is the rage

 

Raging for a cause

Death creates no pause

It is you or I?

Which will die?

 

 

 

 

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Author:

I was 46 years old when I begun this blog, female and married with a house full of cats (7). My past is littered with the impact of events that happened when I was a teen. Two loves of my life have been nursing and studying. I just completed my Master of Arts: Media Studies endorsement. My blog will be about the things I think about, that might be better served being written rather than squirreled away in my mind festering. It is the meanderings of my mind as I seek to define myself and my world.

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