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16 October 2014
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Mel Lewis
Mel Lewis

As a man in his 40's I prefer to think of myself as growing young. There is a little voice telling me that reaching "middle age" is not something to worry about....it simply will never happen! I have been writing poetry on and off for years. I prefer plain speaking so the reader knows where I am coming from - I hope you enjoy the poems as much as I enjoyed writing them - I have more! If you wish to read more, my website is www.skyserver.co.uk/poetry

Worlds End by Mel Lewis

Do you think that you or me

Would jump into a raging sea

To gallantly try to save another

A stranger, a child, sister or brother

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Then why is it we treat nature with

A contempt that defies our will to live

We hopelessly and recklessly plunder

While our world replies with rain and thunder

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Did our forefathers who fished and farmed

Know that they were doing harm

By making life better for themselves

and massing food upon the shelves

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Now we no longer walk for need

Our penchant for waste displays our greed

Our want for cars and material things

Is justified with recycling bins

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WeÌýconstantly search for lifeÌýelsewhere

Scanning space, we know it's there

When we find it, oh there'll be a fuss!

But are they intelligent like us?

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Do they watch from far away

As we destroy the very place we play

Until all that's left of conquering man

Shall be carbon footprints in the sand

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WillÌýourÌýgrandchildren wake one day

To see the sky has gone away

And as they watch our planet burn

Will they blame us who never learned?


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A poem with layer upon layerÌýof meaning.Ìý Again, the mass of detail works really well.
Gerry McCullough

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