Masereka Amos


As We Hurry Into The Taxi Park


As we hurry Into the Taxi park
The taxi earlier than us is under attack

As I perceive sound and voices
None is busy around and noises

The life that you will drive
Establishes the always providence you will derive

Worthless is life and annulled
Seems all annoyed

Associates in advance your travel
Teach you not only to marvel

But to scrutinize the symptom
And attest you've been to the classroom

Submitted: Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, January 15, 2013

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A lot of things we go all the way through should never come to go by in our lives and those of the people previous to us lacking instruction and teaching us a thing to be learning worthy.

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