As the sun was setting,
You could hear the kids on the streets,
Laughing and playing.
The whole town was peaceful, and quiet.
As the sun went down, the moon began to rise.
The kids settled down,got into their beds.
The citizens of the town were nice, polite, and happy.
But that wasn't reality.
Reality is where everyone is rude and mean,
Drug addicts, alcoholics, and everything else.
There was no real happiness in reality, just false.
It was only a dream…
An insightful rendition nicely brought forth with clarity of thought and mind. Thanks for sharing Caressa.
Alcoholism, drug addiction and are ruining our societies. Nice poem.
This poem paints reality in a small part of our world. That painting is hung in its own reality.++10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Caressa, such a well expressed poem.....10+++++