Amidst the meadow
Where the river flows
Its water so clear
Yet, the reflections are blur
I look up to the sky and think
Gravity pulls us all the same
Yet we worry about where we are going
As well as where from we came
We live amidst the sinners and saints
If there are any Saints…!
With or with out fame
For every thing we got ourselves to blame…!
18 August,2006
Konjit Berhane
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-of-us-2/
