What does it say? What does it mean? Somehow this phrase befuddles me. Some say it with a smiling face, and others say it with sheer distaste. I'd like to think it has one meaning, a place for us, a place of being. Some say the world is what you make it, its up to you, you make or break it. That would be nice if it were true, and the sky were always sunny and blue. I say I want the world to be, a friendly place, for you and me. A place for loving, a place for giving. A place for all to enjoy living. ©1998 Evelyn Passarelli Souza Evie also did lots of scanning for me! Back To Poetry This page hosted by Geocities