Homeless Ghosts Poem by Peter Edwards
Homeless Ghosts
This world is falling down,
Before our very eyes,
The lost still roam tour towns,
Searching for the remnants of their lives.
Our cars will smoke and choke,
All beauty from this place,
The haunted faces still hope,
To find a little more breathing space.
Our lives are overfilled,
Distractions for the mind,
While homeless ghosts are chilled,
In the wasteland we've left behind.
© P Edwards June 2014
How wonderfully that last stanza sums up what our world has become. It is so sadly true. I so often miss the days of no cell phones, computers, video games etc. These are the very reasons why the children of today are never found outside using their imaginations to make up play. If this is how our world is today can you imagine what it will be like 30 years from now?
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4/19/2024 1:51:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An honest appraisal of our modern world. Excellent.