On A Sunday Morning

Shaunmatthewcpoetry

Drank some gin and lemonade last night,
This morning is cloudy so not very bright.
Strolling about on a Sunday morning,
Most are still in bed and just yawning.
Cars fly by in a rush to get to nowhere,
Never selling my soul as it's right here.
Out there moving heavy rocks and bricks,
Most never change, they don't give two shits.

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  • sorenbarrett

    There is a message here that people don't want to change from their comfort zone. A lovely piece of work.

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Truth. People often drone on and don't give a shit. What else is there to say? Truth! Well done, my friend. 🌹👏

  • Tony36

    Love it



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