Same Old Places
Same old places
Same old faces
Yet darker than before
Same flickering lights
Same pointless fights
But now my heart is sore
Same Old Places
Same old places
Same old faces
Yet darker than before
Same flickering lights
Same pointless fights
But now my heart is sore
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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