Burnout

Burnout

A Poem by Paul Bell

The day breaks and the morning comes alive
The down and outs leave their luxurious trappings
The shop doorways are hosed down
The rush hour rushes by
Shop girls display tomorrow's must-haves
Perfume lingers over the first hit of coffee
Gossip travels at high speed
Numb minding work begins
Old lady fidgets with new generation card
The war was easier she sighs
Kids try to sell you tomorrows version of yesterday's wheel
No catch up it seems in the technological world
Only the race to the bottom
Traders popping uppers invent the ten-day week
Live for today, a dollar tomorrow
Gold and sharp suits can’t hide the body crumbling
Clinic's battery charge the fading hopefuls
New lease of life, the temporary meltdown
One born every minute
Evening drinks b***h the day from hell
Hometime sets tomorrow's doom alarm
The night people emerge
Shop doorway heaters blowing, provide luxury
Last weeks paper catches his eye
He immediately goes to stocks and shares
Things are looking great
Just as he predicted
The twenty-four-year-old drifts off to sleep, smiling thoughts of yesteryear
Those were the days
Those were the days.

© 2019 Paul Bell


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and as Mary Hopkin sang..."we thought they'd never end, we'd sing and dance forever and a day"

if only we knew then, how today would be...what would have been fighting for? or against?

it's so different now....i am glad that i got to be college age when i did...but now? not sure i want to be around in 20 years...i would rather just read last week's paper and remember.
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Paul Bell

5 Years Ago

Daddy says to his boy, do you want to go out and kick a ball. The boy says, no, I can do that on my .. read more
Sarcasm galore held inside this great poem, Paul. Vivid images come alive inside your mind's eyes. As your stories unfold and tell the human tales of sadness and woes and strives.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Paul Bell

5 Years Ago

It is tough being young in this cruel world, I'm told. lol
Onlyme

5 Years Ago

I would not want to be young again. To hell with that one Paul. LOL
Paul Bell

5 Years Ago

I would, hate it when they run past me and I can't catch them up.
wow! jam packed with sarcastic ironies ..i feel a poignant pause here:
"Old lady fidgets with new generation card
The war was easier she sighs"
perfect title ... fast paced action lines one after the other makes me short of breath ;) anyone who has been to a larger city sees all you encapsulate and anyone who reads feels the burn ... i think you accomplished what you set out to do with this one Paul ... nice work!
E.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Paul Bell

5 Years Ago

It just feels like you catch up with something, and then it's been updated, or renewed. Yeah, if you.. read more

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