Ignorance of a Hopeless Endeavour.

Poetry.

No hate nor fear; she stands alone

In want of the universally sought,

It's said that the heart could not condone

A life like the picture often caught.

 

But who would stop, I ask you this,

And consider the risky proposition,

The others know not what they miss

When resigned to said decision.


As time goes on, the picture fades,

Tradition wasted on the new,

What started as business trade,

It changed, it morphed, it somewhat grew.


All around, she sees despair

It hides too deep to be detected,

That which had changed must still be there,

For her sake, let it be protected.

The End

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