Factory Of... Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Factory Of...
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Factory of…
I called him; my friend of old times
we had talk; commented:
'Once in hand a stick to fly the F5;
now in hand a stick, helps me walk.'
Retarded he feels now, retired.
Nags and whines:
'Life is not as it was in old days
with elders respected.
Feels being factory,
making shit.
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: age
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4/23/2024 10:36:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Life is not as it was in old days with elders respected. It becoming an universal truth, how the humankind degraded. It is a nice hot poem.