Community Poems – Please share your poems › Now we grow old
There is a trust in words,
Like a trust in dying.
No one knows if they exist,
But we are taught to see their power.
Power which we chose to give away,
To those more tactical than our young hearts.
Now we grow old, and try to steal power from others.
Given the state of things,
I am tempted to expel our last counsel.
Truth becomes us.
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