27 Feb SEASON CHANGE – a poem

A social mind in an antisocial place

A social place with an antisocial face

I’m new to this place, this place without a face

It’s cold and I’m getting old

Not lesser determined, not lesser bold

But in need of a friend

Let’s hold hands till the end

This season of life came by storm

Unsuspecting weathermen, forlorn

It must pass by and let us be friends again

Whether here or there, it must refrain 

Smiles on our faces must be regained

The mind is not antisocial, not without force

Embodiment of spirits walk hand in hand

This must be the eternal promise

Mind’s can overcome foreign lands with grace

Setting up a new place to embrace

Never forgetting the ones, the ones with a social face