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