Zywa Humans are noble

Ducklings swim around in the water
goose always are keeping pace
but humans are a noble race:
they worry about the future

That means a lot, but
nobody knows: what exactly
where to leads road, why are we
on earth, what is good for you and me?

We don't get sorted
in detail and in general we
hardly ever agree, while we can't
stand that, funny but true

Humans are a talking race
that thrives well in its swamp
of fuss and having the last word
that everyone wants to have said, not heard

Poem 233
Amsterdam, 2014-04-28

Collection: New Ago 
Keyword: People: mankind 
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