The gods are fallen

Steinbeck had it right

parents are just as fallen

as the gods

 

Their flaws sharpened

taking them to crumble

and shatter

 

While their visage

can never sparkle the same

At the least I

will become more whole

to understand the struggle

of humanity

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My country
Our world

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