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a third
by Charlie Morganwe spend a life, a third asleep;
2/3rds of life is awake and numbed
by what we agree to call reality.
a notion of worth and dignity
leads our direction; a thought.
yet all sounds turn away from us.
we hear the inner thoughts of youth;
balancing bending reeds in the wind.
a day comes dressed for our use.
we lurk behind our mama's apron;
hiding the fact, we wanna help.
alas, she says we're too young.
so back to sleep; this time at work.
11/24/2009 Posted on 11/24/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 11/24/09 at 05:43 PM ... brilliantly executed..... |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/24/09 at 08:54 PM Great write Charlie. But you know as well as I that some of us are really asleep even though we walk and we talk. It takes a poem like this to wake us up. |
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