The Real World

by

Phil Pochurek

The real world
Doesn’t care if you’re late.
It doesn’t hear excuses
It doesn’t wait.
It moves on.
The real world
Doesn’t care who’s fault it is or
Who’s to blame.
It doesn’t care about guilt or shame
It moves on.
The real world
Has no eyes
But sees everybody the same.
It doesn’t care who you are
Or if you have a name
It moves on.
The real world
Only is as it has always been.
It has seen us come and seen us go
Again and again and again
Until we’re gone.
And the real world?
It moves on.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Her two eyes
by: Arnab De
from: Kolkata, West Bengal, India

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