Real life

Don’t speak to me of evil things

You cannot know the pain it brings

To hear of others’ sufferings

Of cruelty to underlings

But speak to me of happy times

Of laughter, hope and sunny climes

Where trees are laden down with limes

Of places where there are no crimes

Don’t tell me how life really is

How life can be one big abyss

I know it’s the antithesis

Pretence is how I handle this


by S Fielding

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