Asdeadas Poem by GRANT FRASER
Asdeadas
We are dead
or may be deader
than we realise,
AsdeadAs the good
clean shoes that walk
us along...
the striped mirror
torture remainder
of a sweat shop
unawares to you
great protestor!
Yes Time is AsdeadAs
as the failed player,
who reaps revenge!
now back to Stonehenge,
As the centuries get
heavier and heavier and heavier,
try carrying that...
AsdeadAs, nothing much left to do!
Covid 19 might be mother's
little helper,
Twinkle Twinkle little Star....
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5/4/2024 7:51:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
As the centuries get heavier, we have to feel each twinkle star. Still the stripped mirror gives us amazing reflection. We are dead or we may be dead later. Death is a definite truth in life. No one can escape from it. We have to realize the truth. This poem is very amazingly and excellently penned.