I Really Pray For Happier Days!

Poem By David Darbyshire

I feel like I am on fire,
it is not from any desire.
Smoke I can smell,
from this living hell.

Everything turning so fast,
impossible things will last.
The friction of movement,
is forever constant.

How is it possible to ever slow down?
We could all move back to our old town.
Sell the car buy a bike, everyone chill.
I think from the fast pace we get a thrill.

I do not think it will ever happen,
mama earth is in trouble all misshapen.
It is to late now anyways,
please try and change your way's,
and I pray for happier Days! .

Comments about I Really Pray For Happier Days!

Great Poem Dave, keep this up 10 for tiyler
Thought provoking and I agree pray for happier days
David, A very thoughtful and enquiring poem, as to where do we go from here. Imo we can all seek and find what you are looking for, but we can only do it individually. I could not live in the rat race, which is what the Cornish call all life beyond the Tamar Bridge,60 milies from here! It is their border. Life is much slower this side of it, and they do everything directly! ! ! which is whenever! ! lol Some folks love the fast lane, possibly all of us at some time or another in our lives, but we all change. Go for your dreams, Smiling at you, Tai
Nice poem Dave, and oh so true, take a chill pill Love L xx
Nice one Dave, from the rat race to Happy Days! The Fonz would approve, cool. Danny


5,0 out of 5
6 total ratings

Other poems of DARBYSHIRE

No Fear

Fear of You
Fear of Me
Fear of Others
Fear you cannot See

Acid Rain

The tree tops are Dead
and so are the Roots
It's the rain they Dread
also the Shoots

Something Funny

I'm thinking of something Funny
And it looks a little Runny
I suppose it could be from someone's Nose
That the person never Blows

Amsterdam (Nederland's)

I've lived in Amsterdam for quite a While
and I have found it has it's own Style
If you have an Umbrella
Your a real lucky Fella

Cats

Black cats, blue cats
white cats, grey cats
Round and thin, stray cats
Tall and short, they come in all sorts

4-Sale

Everything has it's Price
Just like a cup of Rice
The things we sell are not New
But do have Sentimental Value