Paul Bell

Life

When the dead become insane
The tramps the down, the ill-arranged
The junkies burning over flames
The fools who couldn’t be renamed
Where do they go to shoot the light
Eat the bread
Kill the night
The times are changing
Tells you on every wall
Don’t expect to be caught
When you jump, get pushed, or fall
The tickets gone my friend
Like the train that didn’t depart
Start queuing up for the next life
Can the hospital have your heart
You’ll have to be quick my friend
The man on the bridge has got a head start.

Comments4

  • Doggerel Dave

    Losers unite? Not sure about this one, Paul.....

    • Paul Bell

      The race to hell on drugs.

      • Doggerel Dave

        Ah - should've got that; wrote on the topic myself - ' Peter's Complaint'.

      • Robert Haigh

        There is much trouble in this world, and many troubled people. Mental illness is on the increase, especially among the young, A sad indictment on our society and how we do or don't care for them.

        • Paul Bell

          Yes, you wonder how people manage through the day now.

        • Teddy.15

          Kudos on an incredibly good poem. It brings it all to light.

          • Paul Bell

            Nothing better when you see the light.

          • spilleronsheet

            All we think about the struggles
            Without enjoying what we have today
            And then one day we are on the bridge of rebirth
            The cycle of life

            • Paul Bell

              We sure are.



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