Words

The Bill of Rights
The Serenity Prayer
Swearing on a Bible
Words we repeat
Words we say we believe

Annie sings of Tomorrow
Crooners sing of love
Words purportedly of the heart

Occasionally
We should stop
And ask
If those words still
Have meaning

Or have only become
Syllables, Sounds
Repeated in times of trouble
Possibly whistled in the dark
But, when the sun rises
Are soon forgotten

Their meaning lost
In the rush of days

dg

11/30

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