Today I wrote a second-hand poem.
Which is to say, I think it has all been
said before. And at the same time, it
has not been said enough.
I read the newspaper and still see the same
news. (I think it has all been said before).
There is part of me that sees love in the world.
People pick it up but keep putting it down in
all the wrong places.
Part of me longs to tap a stranger on the
shoulder, tell them they left their humanity
on the train on the way to work as though
it were loose change.
But instead, I pick it up. Put it down in all
the wrong places. Like a second-hand poem.
Which is to say, I think it has all been said
before. It has all been said before, but
nothing has been done.
✒ Clint Bling, The Mighty Pen
#TouchAheartImpactOnItPositively
©ClintBlingPoetry2020
I really get the message you are try to pass on to the general public. But I believe that their is still some good left in people. At least that is hope