Everyone knows of it…
everyday we hear a bit
Tragedy is a living sadness…
surviving in a world of absolute madness
Breeding heartaches and pain…
for crying peoples of every name
Time will heal the open wounds…
but again tragedy strikes homes
Hurting hearts cry out…
as tragedy moves continuously about
Still life onward proceeds…
as tragedy sows its painful deeds
Things could have been worse…
considering the tragic burst
Thank God for life…
in the mist of tragedy's strife
©2003,
2004 Dennis Arthur Dames
Nassau, Bahamas
E-Mail: dpoetry2002@yahoo.com
Web: Island Poetry
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