I am one of these people who doesn’t make roots
But floats around from place to place
People tell me that I really must settle down
That I ought to own my own space
But I prize this gift not many others possess
Freedom to move and leave no trace
No responsibilities, no debts, no contracts
I’ve no heavy burdens to face
These people who tell me that I’m no achiever
One day they will get off my case
I live simply with contentment and avoid stress
I avoid this world’s crazy pace
When others realize they can get off the treadmill
An impossible dream they chase
Cast off their slavery, be free now they know that this
Corrupt system is a disgrace
Saving the planet, other creatures and ourselves
Rejecting the absurd rat race
If we were all content with the things that we need
Don’t you think that would be ace?
This is a great poem. It does change a bit once you have kids.
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I can only imagine! 🙂
Having a family is a whole different ball game.
I told myself if my little apricot had lived I would have got out of London and gone to Snowdonia to be near family.
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Yes, children do change your life. I am sorry to hear about your little one. Hugs.
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Amazing poem, Mel 🙃
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Thank you Atara! ❤
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