Modern Man
yet another day met John through his blind
his alarm sets his systems to a go
It’s raining Monday’s, but he does not mind
his head takes him where his body says no
suits follow him to his place and number
a soft ping that locks him in for the day
he spends his time day dreaming of summer
his facade still hides this place far away
he looked around and found he had no life
that day the sun broke through in its glory
he was old and alone without a wife
only his name tag telling his story
all that we could recall before the gun
a message, ” Mr Doe has gone for some sun”
- updated may 2016 -
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