Goldfinch60

Why Can’t We Always be Like This.

During the days when the snow was on the ground,

When we found we couldn’t drive,

And many people were walking,

As we passed in the street,

We found ourselves talking

To  each other, cheerfully.

 

This only happens when times appear troubled,

And people come out of the insular

Cocoon they wrap around their minds;

To stop them getting involved

In others troubled lives.

Does chaos bring us together?