Getting Along by Charles J Hannan Pockets of gold Trinkets of platinum Where do we stand While we divide I get the ring You get the braclet Hold out your hand Can we ever decide Mouths crying hunger Wounds needing healed Places to ministrate Hey...just coincide 04/10/2003 Posted on 04/10/2003 Copyright © 2024 Charles J Hannan Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Anne Engelen on 04/10/03 at 06:16 AM Wonderful read...it can be about war or about seperation. Either way...good read! Posted by Vimal Rony on 04/10/03 at 11:58 PM So much said in so few words.Really liked the way u put it. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)