Velma P. Brown, Conjecture</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=22.htm>Velma P. Brown</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Conjecture</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>If one could tally all those wasted days<br>and keep them in reserve for better feats,<br>Or save a foolish thought,a senseless phrase<br>to rearrange each one in tidy sheets...<br>Then there are tears that never would be shed<br>and angry outbursts better left alone;<br>a million useless words best left unsaid<br>so more productive seedlings could be sown.<br>if tolerance could take the place of hate,<br>or better still,if love was absolute--<br>it would do much to lessen all the weight<br>that keeps the world in constant disrepute.<br>We weave a tangled web of vicious strands<br>then struggle to be freed from their demands. </b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>