Birth
Thrust into the humming dynamo, drumming cacophonies,lust for living, I don't know, lust for giving and forgiving:
such is birth, worth a lifetime, a dearth of kindness though.
Here we are stuck in the middle.
We enter this world in medias res, everything before us,
ages and pages behind us, life may find us perplexed
too much too many, but a dad and a mom are smiling at me.
Poetry by William Hughes
Written on 2026-01-30 at 16:21
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