future

before clocking time

slaves of chasing the unchaseable

there was a morning/high noon/

evening/night

with no such precision timings

that drives you around all day

causing illness/exhaustion/death.

before a clock that registers

seconds

there’s been fullness to an

approach of life

there’s been a sit down discussion

a ready helping hand

and many smiling faces

no cover-up of faces

there’s been genuine humour

and laughs from the heart

happiness for living

radiating from the faces

masks donned for sex-helpers

and their clients won’t stay home

have a healthy fight with your

partner –

some strange fruit will grow

in future on trees.

future.erutuf

zoltanzelan

zjg-poetry’20.

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