This Poem was Submitted By: Nora A Jones On Date: 2000-08-31 12:02:05 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Promises

No. We are not  stunted by the weather of our paradise lost. We recognize our neighboring dust as our once-thinking grandparents and we too progress into essentially nothing. But we still believe in ourselves and our not-so-humble children who promise (as we did) to find the answers. Our minds itch  with ideas and dreams. No. Adam's fate  has not washed us with fear; our numbered years convey more hope than placid Eden did. 

Copyright © August 2000 Nora A Jones


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