There are shadows and some doubt, <br />Thoughtless people moving about; <br />Silent thoughts in lonesome crowds, <br />All is forgotten. <br /> <br />Prayers from songs to the earth, <br />Freshness having a rebirth; <br />Love is just what it is worth, <br />Unspoiled or rotten. <br /> <br />Forgive any state of mind, <br />Two together one combined; <br />But one's heart is often blind, <br />Life's always plotting.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/46-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/
