Greater Things
What should we do
with ourselves?
a life shouldn't rust
upon unreachable shelves
Some are too weak
to lift the weight
those with strength
just procreate
No lessons learned
no deeds done
provides a clean slate
that may stun
If people shed skin
to see the bones
of real fake people
such superficial drones
What should we do
with this time lent?
better figure it out
before our chance is spent.
By: Liz Prosser
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