Yes, everyone whoev’r I meet is queer!
They want to earn money in rapid style;
The bond of love is gone for near and dear;
Unfit to walk, most want to run life’s mile!
A mobile phone is ‘glued’ to every ear;
One’s time is used to clinch off ‘bigger deals’!
Most persons travel miles without much fear;
There is just time for foods-fast and not meals!
The family members scarcely talk / listen;
Their gestures look unreal and clumsy;
With dwindling health, gone is their fore-vision;
They drink aerated waters like‘Pepsi’!
No time for soul- That’s how modern men live;
With greed in sinful hearts, no pie they give!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-2-2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
DR. CELES...A FINE WORK INDEED...STELLAR IMAGERY...WELL CRAFTED IN STRUCTURE, RHYME, RHYTHM & FLUX...GUESS THAT MAKES FOR THE FINE PENNING THAT THIS IS...'''''''''''FRANK