(Hmm, just come home from a trip into town....and unfortunately was inspired to write this. Not cheery, but I wonder how many of you out there can relate to this. Let me know what you think...perhaps it is just me?) I’m so tired of this world, The way everyone only seems to care about how much they can get. It pains me to see the children pushing prams, Filled with the young ones in whose hands our future lies. I’m sick of hearing parents, As they scream and curse, full volume at the little ones in their care. I wonder how they can ever hope to grow up, Into people with respect for others, when none is shown to them. I shake my head in disbelief, At the young girls dressed in tiny skirts and high heels like mini temptresses. And wonder why the parents seem surprised, When the paedophiles ogle, and are drawn like bees to the sweetest honey. I wonder what the future holds, When all that seems to matter is the latest trainers, and best new phone. I long for somewhere else that I could be, Wish I could slip from my skin and drift to a better place instead. I know there is beauty out there, But on days like these I find it so very hard to look past the common place. I shut my eyes to the street outside, Try to block my ears to hide the drunken shouts and screams below. I feel so very old today, Far beyond my age and years, I wonder if I have been here before. And have some deep hidden memory of the way it was before, To make comparison to today’s world such a desolate one. I was brought up to be polite, To respect my elders, open doors, and say my please and thank yous. Sad that in the world today people view such things with suspicion, They walk through my open door with a sneer, and I boil inside. So I hurry home to where it’s comfortable and safe, Watch the world passing outside through the second floor window. View the people walking by, thankful to be apart from all that’s going on. Alone again, I sometimes despair of this world of ours.