Our limit of endurance

Doesn't always show appearance

Sometimes our often ignorance

Doesn't give us reassurance


So it surely is apparent

That we may be incoherent

When we know our way is errant

And we are much too transparent


We end we end up in a cluster

At the smallest we can muster

Or we begin to bluster

About our losing luster

Copyright 2212, Kathryn Search

This poem is about: 
Our world


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