Bel Gav


Irony Of Change - Poem by Bel Gav

I slept in my bed with the warm smell of home,
I awoke into a strange place, not lonely but alone;
(How more ironic life can become?)


I walked my life before with nonsensical ease,
Now i live to gain and to please;
(Just think how complicated 'now' is to some?)


Truth before seems to lighten the load,
Now it only hurts the more it is told.
(We can only be so bold,)


Mirrors then was an aid to look older,
Mirrors now, a means to seem younger.
(To have only to look at life as it is told.)


We eat more because we can, how so simple it was,
Now we watch what we eat, we even fast.
(Oh, well, how time swiftly pass us by...)


Far cities then were the scariest places to go to,
Now coming home from these far places, we rarely do.
(And old thinking, along with it, dies...)


Time was slow to come, back when we were small,
Now time moves so fast, we barely enjoy it at all.
(This human nature, so tricky at best,)


Then again, when we were young how we adore tales of adventure,
Now we tell our own stories, for this loneliness, to cure.
(So ignore all else and live life to its fullest.)


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 10, 2010



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