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Barely

by George Hoerner

are we made
fools of by each other
missing the point
with every other word

expectations that you
can understand me
i can understand you
and that we all know
what we think each knows

do we control what we recall
from each encounter gone awry
the things done right or wrong
hitting the bell to hear the gong
winner take all till it's taken back

like ants we march
into the day thinking we know
what we are about
done so often
it's done by habit
the smile, the frown

the goodbye kiss
the good morning nod
the glance at the clock
lunch time bed time
like the dwarfs
off to work and home again

life lived on the edge
of nothingness
with no real quest
just barely a guess
at what we are

10/10/2008

Posted on 10/31/2008
Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 10/31/08 at 11:06 PM

wow....this is deep for Halloween! I am adding to faves to ponder over and for inspiration. MFS

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/31/08 at 11:15 PM

...i'm still barely standin' it had cadence while it puched me...like mFs said, wow...

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/25/08 at 01:17 PM

this poem is that proverb crying in the wilderness of the soul. it poses all the essential questions, for souls to answer in their own way. a powerful fish you've reeled in my friend, a keeper for certain.

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