Another poem from my collection... The Rhythm of life And the rhythm of life flows ever on in spite of people crowding into cities where poverty and slums and the never ending threat of anarchy is always in the air; when the poor demand a share of the wealth made by the few whose salaries are quite obscene if compared to the majority who need convincing that their wages are sufficient as politicians paraphrase and spin words to bemuse and confuse, while constantly they misuse terms to show that they have, in common with their people, just as hard a time. Shortage of cash is the lot of most, while hardware runs software guaranteed to bring happiness and relaxation to world weary workers, parents and the ever growing band of cynical young. We feel it in the fibre of our being, somewhere along the line, we took a wrong turn and, in the dark, we cannot find the path again. **********
Posted on: Tue, 22 Oct 2013 08:57:17 +0000
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