Treasure Island

G.R. Gaus

(April 11 1950 / St. Louis)

Along The Way


Is there one living soul on earth?
Or ever has there been?
Untouched by persecution?
Free from guilt and sin?

Worry ne'er reached the mind?
Oppression stood its ground?
No reason e're to be distressed?
A life, of simplicity unbound.

Wishing I could meet this one,
Ask of the question how,
Escaping all life's failures,
With words, I dare avow.

Oh somewhere in the distance,
Buried deep there lay a plan,
Long forgotten along the way,
Common Ground for all of man.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2012

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Deep in my heart, I have to believe that once there was a time…

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  • Valerie Dohren (5/15/2012 1:03:00 PM)

    Would be wonderful GR, but we humans seem destined to worry and stress. Very well written. (Report) Reply

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