I saw a man hanging from a tree
He was breathing, just and swinging free
I was going to cut him loose
But I had a date and was running late
So I kept on walking by
With my boots on the floor
And my head in the sky
In any case who was I
To interrupt his wish to die
And some folk have no respect
For it must be said that I did detect
Just a hint of human hate
As I crossed the field
And reached the gate
To the field in which he tried
And for all I know successfully died
I'll be passing by next week
If he's still there I'll stand and speak
But then remembering his way
I doubt that he'd have much to say.....
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davidbrailsford (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Dark reflection on todays society..... every man for himself
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That is quite a haunting description of todays society, but sadly it is ever more the case. The simple gesture of talk or offering a hand is vanishing, Enjoyed the read.
Welcome to MPS! 👍🏻 Good write ✍️
Wow! Haunting and true! Well done and welcome to MPS! Looking forward to more, my friend! 🌹👏
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