The Sales Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Sales



The Sales

When I see people
Queuing
For eight hours
To buy something they don’t
Really need
I lose faith in humanity


To be old
Is a death sentence
One can’t repeal

Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: faith
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