PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Changes in faces, trades in places;

Nothing ever stays the same for long.

Dreams of youth, revelations of truth;

We'll never get to go where we think we belong.

A room full of noises, a world full of choices;

Not even politicians can make the right decisions.

Innocent Serbs scream while a tyrant rules supreme;

Perhaps our foreign policy could use some revisions.

Strangers lost in lament over what their friends cannot prevent;

Only through repetition can they learn what history teaches.

Looking back on our lives, from which our fear of the future derives;

It is from there we expand our minds past their outer reaches.

Having brief flings, loving material things;

It is what makes this world go around.

But until we can see the way everything can be,

Our greediness and infidelity will run us into the ground.

Changes in latitudes, taking different attitudes;

No one ever sings the same old song.

Dreams shrouded in mystery, supported by a long history,

Tell us that to the human race we belong...





Patrick W. Hopkins





First written Winter 1998