Wrong Way

I cannot abide those who long for yore.
Ask me why & I’ll make your ego sore.

Progress, yet, delivers a better new.
So…what from your “good old days” pines for you?

Is it the erosion of your privilege…
That merit won’t let you rape & pillage?

To miss music, culture & some fashions;
Are mostly harmless self-satisfactions.

Though, to yearn so much for the rule of old…
Vile stinking thinking brains; riddled with mold.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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