Monday, February 27, 2012

POEM: "Is That Really Me"

Is That Really Me

There is so much in demand he says
Night lights guaranteed us the return
Yes I say and of even complicated sleep
The so much unhappiness we don't discern
Ah he says but we see that in each other
For aren't we wise men calling for another?
Why won't we finally go home to a missus
Whose please don't stay out too late this time
Asks us to tilt our view of happiness?
Because life and death are both so endless
We would uncomplicate each and every step.

© 2012 Rob Schackne

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