That place is where you all belong
for those who are no longer strong.
Do you hear me when you’re alone
and forgotten in that unknown?
The gray haze should not be that way-
the stolen freedom everyday.
Once inside there is no escape
buried alive by their red tape.
If teamwork is the game you play,
then take them back without delay.
There’s no time or place to compete
but together we are complete.
A poem of three stanzas with eight syllables per line in aabb, ccdd, ccee pattern.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!