The Cynic Poem by Godfrey Morris
The Cynic
Who do I trust?
Who can I trust?
I have family who are strangers.
Friends who are enimies
And enimies who want to be
Friends.
How strange?
Who do I trust?
No one but myself.
No one but my God.
Sunday, December 16, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: cynicism
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