We meet together, walk and talk
We put our masks on when off home
We play a lot, we laugh and joke
We eat, we work, talk on the phone.
I write these simple-minded lines
To show routine of people’s lives
We’re apt to hide in our shells
The most of us do live like hives.
People get wrong confusing things
They seek for confidence outside
But absolutely nothing brings
Such confidence, but grievous sigh.
April 25, 2007
Routine
© Copyright: Станислав Хэралд Тэйлор, 2009
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