The Human Tide - Poem by Robert Murray Smith

The human tide washes over
earth.

Shapes and sizes eased
pleased.

All minds atop heads smiling,
glowering, coughing sneezing.

Minds in houses, flats, apartments,
condominiums, homeless, sober, drunk.

The human tide diminished by disease,
illness, war, and revolutions.

Replaced by displacement the bobbing
minds washed over by the tide.

In death each a grain of sand that
has had its time.

Poems by Robert Murray Smith

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