Life

When the dead become insane The tramps the down, the ill-arranged The junkies burning over flames The fools who couldn’t be renamed Where do they go to shoot the light Eat the bread Kill the night The times are changing Tells you on every wall Don’t expect to be caught When you jump, get pushed, or fall The tickets gone my friend Like the train that didn’t depart Start queuing up for the next life Can the hospital have your heart You’ll have to be quick my friend The man on the bridge has got a head start.

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Bill Baker

Date: 9/22/2023 4:38:00 PM

Intense and engaging poetry, Paul. If there's something you want to do, don't wait, or it may be too late. Thanks for sharing your poetry with us today! A poet friend in Texas, Bill

Paul Bell
Date: 9/26/2023 7:59:00 AM

Time waits for no man they say.

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 9/20/2023 2:18:00 PM

an intriguing read that culminated with the 'man on the bridge.' I suppose at some point in everyone's life, they've been like the man on the bridge. A thought-provoking read....

Paul Bell
Date: 9/22/2023 1:10:00 AM

In the superfast world we live in, it's not surprising people are giving up.