One Moment Poem by Charlie Jackson

One Moment



When will I know that the joy has run out?
How will I know that there is evil about?
Who will tell me how to be?
Is this whole decision up to me?
No it is, for I can see all of the people with joy and glee.
The world, it keeps turning, never skips a beat,
If only it could hold still for one moment...wouldn't that be neat?

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