Life has changed and so have I ,
This, when I get on a bus,no trust,
The old Lady looking after her purse
No respect for driver at work,
People don't speak,perhaps it is correct,
Political correctness is what we have,
My rights are clear,no cooking for me,
Too busy you see, for family,just want to be me,
Are we lunatics or just very clever,
Can we find happiness or is that a never,
People are ok,it is always the others
The world an Asylum ?,we should smell the flowers.
Please tell me what you think
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The Asylum could do worse...Enjoyed your poem.
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Interesting
One person's lunatic is another's saint. Can a lunatic also be a saint? But the asylum... has been run by lunatics for many ages. One and all, are we not all lunatics?
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Old Spider
You could well be correct...Thank you.
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