A Matter Of Taste Poem by Phil Soar

A Matter Of Taste



It's all a matter of taste
Some of us have little time to waste
And the pace of life leaves us in disarray
And the things we're told to do
Leave us devoid of what we knew
And make us pawns in the games that others play

Monday, September 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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