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WAKE-UP CALLSIn this paradoxical world Of give me, give me, give me And me, me, me If seeing is believing Can we believe What we see? In this maze of the mind Instead of labyrinth of the soul And the masses continuing To spin straw into gold While the truth is being said Do we listen What we're told? In this rat race of a place Of our making And our choice How much louder I do wonder Can God lend His voice To this cell phone society Out to get it all When each time He dials Our number We seldom take His call. PAT REEVES (c)August 6, 2002 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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