Ghost People's Poem by JOY JOHNSON

EVERYTIME YOU HEAR THE WORD GHOST
DOES IT NOT MAKE YOU THINK OF SOMEBODY DEAD
SOUNDS COLD I KNOW
IT'S LIKE THAT THEN THOU WHEN YOU LEAVE
YOUR SHELL
YOUR BODY
YOU COME OUT
THEN WHAT
WHERE DO YOU GO
FLOATING ROUND AND ABOUT
DRIFTING LIKE CLOUDS
BUT NO I'M NOT TELLING YOU ABOUT SPIRITS
EVEN THOU PEOPLE CALL THEM GHOST
I'M SPEAKING IN TERMS OF THE LIVING
NO NOT THE HOLY GHOST
PEOPLE, LIKE YOU AND MYSELF
EVERYDAY PEOPLE LIVING IN THEIR SHELL
WHEN YOU COME OUT INTO THE WORLD
WHERE ARE YOU GOING HERE AND THERE
MAYBE SO YOU HAVE THINGS TO DO
BUT GHOST PEOPLE IS EVERYBODY IN THEIR SHELL
EVERYBODY ALWAYS IN SEARCH
SCOUTING FOR SOMETHING TO DO, GO OR HAPPEN
EVERYBODY LOOKING FOR SOMETHING
WHAT'S HAPPENING GHOST
WHAT YOU LOOKING FOR THINKING ABOUT
LOOK UP, LOOK TO YOURSELVES
WHAT IS YOUR WORTH WHAT CAN YOU DO
STRANGE AS IT SEEMS GHOST PEOPLE CAN'T FIGURE IT OUT
ALWAY'S IN SEARCH OF WHATS HAPPENED
WHO SAID, DID OR SAW OR KNOW WHAT'S UP
TELL US, SHOW US SOMETHING
LOOK GHOST SHOW YOURSELF