I hope I don't lose my mind.
Work so hard and eat so little,
Funny how hard the economy has become,
Trying to make ends meet is not a joke,
Sometimes you neglect family and friends,
Travel to a distant land
Just to make something tangible.
We use our prime and vigor to work,
So that we can enjoy ourselves when we are old and weak,
Still, the money isn't just enough!
Hike in price on everything,
Food, power, and other utilities,
Growing up isn't fun please,
So much to worry about.
I hope I don't lose my mind,
This isn't funny anymore!
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A text of prosaic character that presents us, with realism, the anguish of our present time. Very nice of you to share with the community @blockchainpoets. Regards, @amiegeoffrey.
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Days ago I wrote a poem about this generation. I tried to give a perspective of what I've seen, but I guess I did wrong in generalized. Although we can agree that we lack of so many things; like money, in the first place. I agree with you, growing up is not so funny.
Honestly, growing up is really messing with my mind. Thank you for stopping by!
Greetings, hiver, @amiegeoffrey, with all due respect, I am attracted by your human sensitivity. I change your text,
I take advantage today, my flower and vigour to work.
To be able to enjoy when I am senile and weak.
So I am prosperous and happy!
For the moment of chaos and crisis, I prepare myself spiritually and materially.
That is the search for the way and the truth.
Poetry is a guide of humanity.
Yeah sure, spiritual connection brings happiness, thanks for stopping by!
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Inflation has been the order of the world as emerging forces continue to dictate what costs what.
This is a very sweet poem, pleasing to the ears.
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We are production machines for the powerful. Human life has lost its value in the face of money. Money is never enough to be satisfied, that's what they tell us to continue producing. Meanwhile we are getting old and we end our lives unhappy. A beautiful writing. Thanks for sharing.
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So realistic and true in our world today. Our struggles with inflation is constantly staring us in the face. We just have to keep surviving with hope that there will be light at the end of the tunnel.
Thank you for sharing your insightful poem.
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Very cool poem, recently I spoke with a friend about it, that when we were children we wanted to grow up and have our things, but when we grow up we miss being children again but hey, I give you every reason growing up is not fun at all, hugs and encouragement ♥
Thanks for the kind words of encouragement, it's much needed now.