This Age If Love
At this day and age
Seems people have forgotten what is love
These days, the world is only a stage
Simply a stage for peoples’ worth
He who has it all… has he?
He who has but nothing… has all?
A pitied fool is but a fool pitying to be
Is it a she or simply love to adore?
Perhaps no one I know has the answer
Perhaps not one has even the question
Shrugging off with only a moment lesser
When to hear meant not to simply listen
Money in dominance, people in control
Love well hidden, withdrawal to withhold
Only one and never the other to behold
When money becomes but love’s essential to uphold
This day, this age, this stage
Have people forgotten what is love?
Love to compare for a fool’s wage
Simply a stage for people to be worth
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