Poetry, I guess…
________
Mr. Bukowski
Maybe we are born into this.
Maybe you’re right.
But wherever there’s fate
There’s faith
And always, even in the decay –
In the perished alleys of the ghetto in Mumbay –
There is hope
Wherever there’s fate
There’s faith
There’s hope
Even in alleys of decay
Even in gloom and darkness
Even in perished souls
Yes we are
Born to this
Into this
But there always will be
An inkling, a guess
Of something else;
Just look at the night sky
There’s billions of something else
Maybe
Plato was right, after all
Maybe there’s a star in the sky
For every child born
Waiting to be their new home
When they die
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