~A Promise of Prose~

Where, did my fingers go
Seemed they left, some time
Some, long time a-go.

Keyboard was ready
My mind knew it too
The pillow a writer sits on
Is near empty ink too.

The world went invert
Yet most not alert
The times have changed
Only little ears heard
While the tall ones deny
Put reality aside.

Most stuck with their hand
Hand in hand, with their phone
Umbilical cord
Don't f*ck with my zone.

Common sense out the window
Them windows are filled
Into society, streets,
Laden ill.

A red light is green while a crosswalk's
a joke.

Was the vax and the jab
Worth the scabs on your knees.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2023
About this poem:
What a phoqued up world and way too many just sit back and say nothing. Then point fingers.

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EXRED3
applause applause applause wow Bentlee one excellent read loved it.teddybear
southmiami4321online today!
Be sure Bentle things have changed .....SM
Bentlee
Hello Red, ty, I appreciate your thoughts. It's going to hell in a handbasket, right in front of everyone's eyes, yet the commonsense meter is running out of batteries...............

hug ;s my friend

Covid took away the ability for eye contact, for the most part, that in itself is an isolation direction, society does not need, ever!
Bentlee
Hello south, they certainly have changed. Kick the can, climb a tree, pick and eat some wild apples, get a soaker playing in a creek, come in when the street lights come on, garden raid a carrot or two. Early years in my life that being the sixties, a little over the edge fun, with a close to innocent value lol.

I agree with you all the way about the change.

I wish it could be said that the changes are good for the most part, uh oh
carlameeonline now!
Sad, but true. That is the way of the world these days.
Bentlee
Yes it really is going there, ty for your words, ..............

such a simple thing I miss, is a walk, talking and holding hands, those moments seem to be on their way gone..........
d4nI314
Hello Amigo,
Nice to see back writing.

I know how you feel about the state of the world.

But, even though we were divided and kept in isolation, we mustn't let it take over and bring us down
Sometimes it's in moments of darkness that we find our greatest inspirations and opportunities.
teddybear
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