Down The Road Again

Another year, but it isn’t clear,

If anything has changed.

I’m still here, but I’m no seer,

But not much is being arranged.


All’s the same, the same old game,

Played by those I see.

Who’s to blame, is hopelessly lame,

It’s all the same to me.


But I see a rift, which will probably lift,

My sprits as well as my view.

Through bad news I sift, our human gift,

To see things better for me and you.


Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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One Response to Down The Road Again

  1. Yay! — for this poem and for you 🙂

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