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Souls
by louis gander I watch a dozen leaves or so out circling on the drive - reminding me of people who no longer are alive. (To be content, they'll money earn. They'll dress the part and bow - because they are unsatisfied of where they are right now.) Though deep into the winter, they seem, in breeze, so dizzy. Swirling 'round in circles cold, they all seem very busy. (They don't take time for other folks or problems they might bear. They cannot emphasize with them. They rarely ever care.) So here outside my humble room, outside my window sill, I see them blowing 'round and 'round with great deceptive skill. (They idolize their happiness and idolize each need. They idolize each fantasy and idolize their greed.) So colorful before they fell, now brown and curled and dry, they aren't yet buried 'neath the snow - and only God knows why. (Although their minds are thinking, although their bodies fed, although their hearts are beating - their souls? Completely dead.) I watch a dozen leaves or so out circling on the drive - reminding me of people who no longer are alive. Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |