Loneliness is a great cancer in our society, I write this for all its victims in the hope of a better day?
Silence heaped round a mind, with fastidious perfection,
Lip service begrudged, “Hello, how are you?”
Dancing daisy chain of prettied up words that skip off down the primrose path of indifference.
Santa Claus could have done a better job, but, a man in red coming down the chimney once a year is not enough to keep a human from despairing!
All this is now a vapour in the mind of Mr Politician, and the acolytes of academia are constantly creating wind- words to power the torn sail of, “All will be well” Tomorrow!