we all love to play;
with little things that life may bring,
to stir the hours and our dreams
and make them bland on growing old
but even so, more real.
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and look at screens
but when we finish all these things
we wonder what’s accomplished.
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and promptly turn
and ask ourselves
what else is left
for our explore
apart from living in this realm?
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we toss and turn
within our fantasies and in our thoughts
we never cease
to always play.
cause after all
amid this fray
we all are kids
who love to play
a tacit, thrilling, trendy game.
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What a lovely, rhythmic poem, Iakovos. It beats in the heart it strikes the right chord. Nicely written; it certainly touched me. It is your own contempt for materialism. It exhibits a settled and peaceful truth-seeking approach to everyday issues. I feel so serene when I read it.
Bravo sou!
Erma