A Modern Truth
Poem By Daniel Bates
A girl I once knew of beauties born,
But poison was she, and full of scorn.
The heart was right and depth within
But shallowness was all that shone.
So common is this affliction of life,
That beauty, true beauty is of troubled strife
And rarely does morality cast its shadow
And this cuts deep like a knife.
The want for muscle and might and girth
And not for love of child birth
Sign of times I hear her say
I weep for the future of our earth
So common is this superficiality
That it becomes a stark reality,
Maybe I look to wrong places for love,
But I find this a frequent commonality.
Cynical, maybe but I doubt that's the truth,
I simply find modernity uncouth,
Long for I, a simple being
A loving, caring simple you!