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Post No. 893

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We Are

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We are who we are ~

But who are we?

The boy becomes a man,

The girl becomes a woman,

As a stick of wood becomes a tree.

We are all that we were,

Covered with layer upon layer,

Wrapped and swathed

By life’s encounters;

But still the child hid inside

Looks out from time to time

Marvelling at the changes,

The patterns wrought by us

For both good and bad

In this world gone mad!

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©Denise G Allen, 02 November 2015 14:11

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Author: adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people!

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