I wish I had a quiet space
To patch my dreams and to replace
The worn out parts of shattered hope
That need research new ways to cope.
I’d like to think that there remains
A wistful thought which still contains
The wisdom that God’s left behind
For those of us who are not blind.
The special traits that used to be
A part of our resiliency
Have faded into lost success
And only add to our distress.
The times we knew, forever gone
Like dinosaur or mastodon
Can it be true, we’ve lost our way
Is this to be our judgement day ?
Claire V. Bogdanos 