The Conveyor Belt
Sometimes I laugh other times I cry
As the Conveyor belt rolls on by
The poems that us poets write
Bright as day – dark as night
Trying hard to read them all
Sometimes I wish the belt would stall
As I read page after page
Full of love – Full of rage
It has became so clear to me
We are one big family
We share our love and our disgust
With open honest loving trust
We share our laughter and our tears
The beauty of youth and wisdom of years
From all walks of life and different creeds
We open our hearts and spread our seeds
This morning I’ve read about love so true
And why the streets gather crews
I read of how compassion should never die
And how nothing hurts worse than a lie
From good to bad and bottom to top
I’m an ex-con and he is a cop
But that’s all as irrelevant as it can be
For I am a poet and so is he
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