Bonds
There are bonds that bind
And bonds that break,
Those that are kind
Others that make us ache.
Some bind us with a silken cord,
Some tie us with a single thought
Into a group with one accord.
With some we are bought,
With some we are sold,
Others we purchase,
With silver or gold,
Some lift us up and others abase.
Of what kind of bondage
Are you aware?
Are we on the same page?
Or do you even care?
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9 comments:
my mom tried to tie us to her side with apron strings, I fear that I might have cut mine too soon with my brood, but yes, it's not just with family, but organisations, friends, politics...good post, very thought provoking.
You never fail to amaze and delight.
No one is totally free. Everyone is bonded to something.
Thank you all.
Great writing
This is lovely. I like how you didn't restrict your sentences to stanzas, but carried sentences over from one sentence to the next. Well done.
Stopping by from the A to Z Challenge~ I'm at jaimieramsey.com. :)
This was lovely to read, and I think it says it all about life, Great post.
Yvonne(Lewis)
Thanks, Yvonne! Good to see you again!
Your words are amazing and makes us to step back and think ! :)
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