Life is the same

LIFE IS THE SAME

I

In Amsterdam, in a museum
among other things i notice a mirror
after gazing at the carved fringes
i peered into the golden mirror
and find to my shocking horror
that the person i knew was missing
surprisingly altogether.

II

i am happy to know
that others have lived
the very artistic way
that i want to live
with all my heart
in my ordinary way
i hope to achieve
the powerful key
to ignite all human mind
with all my poetry



III

Billions have increased in human species
but have we progressed artistically
Do the masses love poetry
or want to use a product aesthetically

In the cheapness of our economics
we create pigeon houses as buildings
all of us are fed and taken care of
but zest is lost and life a nightmare and regret

We have to feel the golden sunshine again
to revitalise the monetary chain
so our children may not feel ashamed
when they walk on the streets of Paris
they can proudly declare
that back home our life is the same.