The Social Slope

Hi everyone! I hope you’re all well. I’m sharing another poem with you today. I hope you enjoy it.

I’m lost within a boundless city,
Built of shame and of self-pity,
Where spirits are low, and talk is shitty
And streets are trampled hopes.

Fellow long-faced folks abound,
Heads hung low, moping around,
Making nary even a sound,
Meandering misanthropes.

We all wear masks and play the game,
Trapped within life’s picture frame,
Where days all blend and look the same
As we climb the social slope.

Thank you, as always, for reading my words.

Until next time,

George

GEORGE L THOMAS