Sunday, April 15, 2018

Progress


Progress

Man has moved on
Progressed
Beauty no longer matters
Only function
Canyons of glass
With walls of stone
No more flowers
Or window boxes
No more balconies
Or cobblestone streets
No more places to walk
Or talk in peace
Has man really progressed
Or has he lost too much

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