Time passes by
As ticks on a clock
The world continues on
Hearing and then not
The cries of the angry
The sobs of the sad
The people walk by
Bitter and mad
Their lives are monotonous
Day after day
Rising and falling
But always the same
Their hopes and their dreams
Are put far behind
Hiding their hearts
In the back of their minds
The day may come
When they'll open their eyes
to see the joy
They can have in their lives.
©mylcebon
M