A Mornings Word 09/10/07 Poem by wordsy wright

A characterization,
a parody if you please.
Just a reflection of this thing call life,
that driven me to my knees.

A mock up of all the things once real,
a copy to say the least.
Just one mans interpretation,
of this thing we call the beast.

A simple representation,
of what I thought that it would be.
A poor mans look up on it,
is all I’ll ever see.

But a view that’s somehow common,
of a feeling that’s the same.
A likeness of what we all believed,
as we loose again the game.