in all days of history <br />when tomorrow and yesterday are fused <br />for all the injuries <br />inflicted by our fellowmen to us <br />and by us to them <br />we pause <br />we think we are dying almost everyday <br />in pain and sadness <br />that we get used to it <br />somehow <br />and then we forget how is it to really die <br />once, only once <br /> <br />yes only once<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-the-injuries-that-our-fellowmen-have-inflicted/
