Poems are sometimes created when morning becomes a memory and the afternoon only arrives when grumbling stomachs serve as a reminder.
Sometimes we can't see all the magic, joy and beauty in the world only because we don't allow ourselves. We see the negatives around us in bold and caps lock as that is the font we were last writing in. Wake the writer. Change the font.
telling the other
You tell me
You wonder when work became joyless and hard
You wonder when kids became disrespectful and rude
You wonder when the city streets became so dangerous
You wonder when food became something we don't even chew
You wonder when we stopped caring for our parents
You wonder when everyone became so disconnected
You wonder when we started ignoring the disadvantaged
You wonder when our leaders forgot about the planet we all effected
You wonder when games became a series of coloured lights
You wonder when music lost its power to move
You wonder when all the romantics and romance vanished
You wonder when people forgot how to say, I love you
I tell you
Why, my friend, do you not realise
Your eyes have been closed
You forgot you have been sleeping
All your imaginings have been your own
Now, I rouse you and say
Open your eyes with joy and wonder
And you will see and live in the majesty
Of everything, the grandest of colour