William Mowell - Through The Seasons
- 5 months ago
I live through the seasons, living the age of reason
It's turned into the age of madness, and all thats left is sadness
Peace has taken a back seat, no one left on main street
But the dealers and the thugs, what happen to say no to drugs
No one caring about their fellow man, no one living hand in hand
Its all going down the toilet, every one just submit
The working man no longer exists, backstabbing and slitting wrists
To get ahead of the game, everyone should be ashamed
The good ole' boys are still here, but we dwindle from year to year\n\nWilliam Mowell
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/through-the-seasons/
It's turned into the age of madness, and all thats left is sadness
Peace has taken a back seat, no one left on main street
But the dealers and the thugs, what happen to say no to drugs
No one caring about their fellow man, no one living hand in hand
Its all going down the toilet, every one just submit
The working man no longer exists, backstabbing and slitting wrists
To get ahead of the game, everyone should be ashamed
The good ole' boys are still here, but we dwindle from year to year\n\nWilliam Mowell
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/through-the-seasons/