FIRST we scrape this stink off,
then wash the soul, then start
this engine, and watch as this
hurt, turns to hope,
FIRST we need to listen, fill your
heart with love, learn to give back
what you take, and learn to grow,
and your catastrophe looses its
hold,
so you stand up strait, and build
another home.
some peaple talk, untill their blue
in the face, others take a drink,
and wait, , , , for this catastrophe
to break its hold.
FIRST we scrape the stink off,
then wash your soul, then start
the engine, and watch, as this
hurt, turns into hope.
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-old-to-new/
