In various languages,
In different tongues,
We all say the same things.
I question the purpose.
Since there is nothing new under the sun,
Why do we share our thoughts?
Why do we write?
Perhaps it is the idea,
That regardless of where you find yourself,
Regardless of your placement on this mound of Earth,
We all struggle.
Commiserating over woes that are new to none,
Bonding over the idea despite our differences,
There is still more that unites
this month is National Poetry Month. The challenge? 30 poems in 30 days. Want to join in? Simply add the tag, national-poetry-month. 🙂