“stop! I Want To Get Off. ” Poem by guy lipmore
“stop! I Want To Get Off. ”
Early one summer morning,
Walking along the promenade yawning.
Looking at every cheap and expensive merchandise,
Products of every shape and size.
How everything is dictated by money,
The ‘built-in’ destiny!
It suddenly felt so insane,
Striving for money and wealth.
All for material gain,
Sidestepping everything and health.
It can create such happiness,
Yet with or without it sadness.
Feeling I wanted no further part,
A deep ‘call from the heart’
I suddenly stop to search for money,
For the train journey!
14/08/86
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5/4/2024 7:27:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
me too (re title) my dad calls this the hamster wheel scenario....no matter how much we dream of not needing and wanting the dreaded green stuff we are knackered without it.... i do hate gimiky tourist clutter tyvm for sharing a piece that gets the grey matter stirring