People

inspired by Bob Dylan

I don't question

I don't know much

What I do know

is people aren't people

(anymore)

We take a little 

when we have a lot

we take too much

when we are empty (inside)

Painted my life in black and white

The canvas was gray

Opened a bottle of whiskey

When I was young

Trouble finds me 

Death divides me

Although I know there is more beyond this

People aren't people (anymore)

Laying here staring at the ceiling

We need another world war is a peculiar feeling

but youth is so demanding and privileged 

We forgot what it means to be internally rich

People aren't people

(anymore)

The cost of living 

is like the cost of our soul

Mothers keep on starving

to feed 

Fathers keep working

for cents

Young men are rarely gents

Young women rare self-respect

who am I to judge

even at this stage

old souls can budge

I could just sit at a bar

and die alone

friends would call it a fallen star

The taxes the fees

it brings us again to our knees

the racism the lies

the offended

brings rage

and tears to our eyes

there is more to life

than words

I promise you

there is more to life 

than words

but

people aren't people

(anymore)

Author's Note

I've always seen the world through the eyes of elders. I am an old soul. Think roughly woodstock era.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I could sense the spirit of Dylan in these lines. The asides in parentheses heightened the effect.