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Things missed
The spontaneity that once was
When people called you out of the blue
When you were feeling rather blue
Just to disrupt your engines
When the skin we were living in
Wasn't as thin as the skin you're in
We'd say fun stuff like give me some skin
Didn't have to self censor things
Just to fit in
And walk on eggshells
or check in with our parole officers
at the appropriate police
people were becoming lawyers
Rigid thinkers, uptight, wound up
Overflowing with silly concerns
And lofty words
Yet if there's so much regulation
And correction, or adherence to
These restraints/constraints/shackles
Then where are
The manners, the niceties
The heart, the compassion
Empathy and humility, or
All of the above
The art of the human
Isn't to be cooly indifferent
Or like a character in suits
But striving to be the best at being
Published 1st Jun 2018
Author's Note
Just how things once were, are no longer. And we took them for granted, just how people used to be, not so rigid and uptight or overly PC.
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19th Jun 2018 1:55am
Many people these days have lost their morality and simple things such as manners and common courtesy. Funny enough, we often look strangely at individuals who do share those greatly-missed qualities. I enjoyed reading your poem.
