LIFE

Life is hard, a man once said

as he tried to wrap the world in his head.

All he could adhere was pain and all he did was blame.

A mere victim of our society,

one that has no privacy.

As we have lost our ways 

all that's left are simply days.

We continue to live in an illusion

of which lies more confusion.

All that remains is scree,

Left behind for our sons to breathe.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Old man wisdom. You work for 50 years and you die. The old way and still the new way. Which is sad. Your poem said honest thoughts and real life for many. I tell people. Do something you enjoy. Don't die empty and sad. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Papatunde]

Thank you for taking the time to read and to comment. Really appreciate it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome.