Today's love is a glow worm
in the concrete jungle of the night,
in its body there is no heat
only a flickering little light
causing less of pull
and more of deterring fright;
we are shadows at fun play
behind the screen
of life's live stage
bereft of real beauty and brain
a spent force without might!
Our efforts to effect change
are caught in a dilemma
draining us of the will to
choose the path that is right! !
we fumble, we stumble
in this dark jungle,
in wait for a little love and care
in the midst of all battle scare
for a little warmth of heart
when love is just a painful cry
in this dark jungle of the night! ! !
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