Just What
An Angry World
We Live
Once Free
To Just Breathe
Survive
Now
Killing ourselves
Unknowingly
Believing
Our Minutes
Too valuable
We all want more
More time
more money
Competing
Nothing is enough
But
Should we not
Just want
Love, health and just hope
For the rest
Settling
For just
Living, breathing
Being alive
Copyright Reserved
March 2019
Lyn Paul
Saturday, March 9, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: living,money,time