Missing Many Poem by Cee Bea

Missing Many



I have met many, now ingrained
by means and subscriptions,
fair, foul…. good, bad

and the exemplary-

those whom are due
those whom take
those who give.

I am, thankful for you all
pissed at a few
missing many

Thursday, April 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
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