Lazy like those <br />that don’t get up <br />and go to work <br />and feed the meters <br />with silver coins <br />Tired like those <br />that refuse to talk <br />or point the way <br />from where they came <br />or find escape <br />Hungry like many <br />with paper bag lunches <br />with nothing in them <br />that will be so fulfilling <br />or fill their holes <br />that keeps on <br />getting bigger till <br />it swallows us <br />all up and calls it <br />a day that never <br />woke up to fight <br />a common purpose <br />of simple existence <br />on a far away <br />place once know <br />as the earth...<br /><br />Charles Lara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/closure-20/
