Thursday, 02 July 2015
My America
By Clifford Rothband
Why're we here
Was it a dire situation
Is it a yearning desire
What do we require
To look for a hire
Never to be a liar
And Yet to perspire
Try to never fall into a mire
Never to call a stranger Sire
It's like a tight wire
Oh how I sometimes tire,
Yet to live in America,
That's my desire.
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I like this Clifford..it sometimes seems that we, as Americans, are so misunderstood when abroad.
Wetend to br so very nationalistic and say there isn't any better place to live , yet every person in every country I've been to feels the exact same thing.
It IS a tight wire!
hugs and thanks for your poetry
elle hayes
Posted by: elle hayes | Thursday, 02 July 2015 at 09:40 AM