Working Class Ponder

G84

Routine is blinding me, covering eyes, the worlds beauty is masked, in this bubble I dwell.

The clock is timing me, deadlines arise, no time to stop, no flowers to smell.

 

If only to wander, among forests and fields,.

cross flowing streams, see sunlight through trees.

 

To ignore, the concept of time, of minutes and seconds.

Man made calculations, now my freedom - it beckons.

 

People in prison, have more time to ponder,

Than the working class man, without a second to wander.

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: G (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 25th, 2018 01:21
  • Comment from author about the poem: What is this life so full of care?
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sylviasearcher

    I think a wander in the forest sounds good to me.

    What's the worst that could happen?

    Leave your watch and phone at home...

    • G84

      Always liked the forest... an escape! Do away with the tech and find adventure

      • sylviasearcher

        In fact escaping in a forest is a theme for a book I have been writing for a long time.

        It is a beautiful day today. The light and shadow of the trees makes my heart ache with a pain and joy I can never quite fathom.

        • G84

          Opposites - for every shadow there must be light. Whether it be in trees or hearts.



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