The mornings are becoming tougher
The evenings are more scary than
They used to be
The patient loses patience with
The treatments endless
A resigned soul in a cot.

The fields are stretching beyond
The imagination of the soldiers
They were farmers
They are destroying
The planted future in the name of the future.

The children are stressing about
The exam is coming soon
The end of the month
The end of the year
The end of life
But life never ends
We stop living.

The child is resigning
To study history of soldiers and farmers
The child is resigning
To be neither and stuck in elevators
The child resigned to live without
The patient resigned life.

The story continues
Resignations pile into a Greek column
Of ancient mythology!

November 9, 2017

About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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