Tripping Poem by reina Lorenzo

Tripping



11/20/02

look our world today
turns so different
seems it’s melting.
Look at the children
The way they dress, the way they move
While walking on the street
Are they missing,
Or just tripping?

Where are those old music?
Mother’s path, father’s voice?

© Reina h. Lorenzo

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