Corridors Of Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sometime down corridors of long ago, people were much simpler - easier to know.
Taking time to share and come to know one another had a definite purpose in each one's life.
Today, things are so much different, it's what we've come to know as progress.
It seems to have stripped our lives of meaning, giving us excuses not to know each other.
Crime rates are ever rising, I think, because people do not know one another and are looking for attention - looking for the help that follows doing wrong - just to be able to sit and talk to someone.
Just to have someone listen to their broken hopes and dreams.
Mistakenly though, they put their thoughts in other's hands where they will never grow, being in gangs is the result of this.
Realizing all to late at what they've done, they revert back to crime - no longer looking for the help attention brings - now they are hell-bent on releasing anger - not caring any longer who they hurt.