Treasure Island

Thomas Adams

(Sedalia, Mo.)

A Kindliness


The foundation of 'The Human Being' is poorly affixed atop a mountain we sadly refer to as 'Perpetual Fluctuation'. Our very history, be it short, has not experienced the heavenly shower that would rain love and affection on all of the people, all of the time. Nor tolerance of any that might be different or may possess something another has not. I would rather the term 'The Human Kind' As it shall first infer our consideration towards one and another, no matter our distances.

Thomas Adams
The Poetaster Oct/1999

Submitted: Monday, September 02, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 03, 2013

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