From shadows come substance
Contemplation profound
Quiet rumination
Not spoken Aloud
Daily conundrum
Questions gained written down
To ponder the problems
The answers to provide now
Age old wisdom yet confided
The solutions group decided
Yet will they be implemented
In my lifetime
Or buried for future generations
To be found
We struggle and Lament
All the pain that’s been caused
We could have avoided
If only it wasn’t buried
And lost

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe