Real World

Too many people write about love
But I want to write about rain,
About poverty and poppy fields,
Over and over again

About puppies abandoned at Christmas
Children left out in the cold
About when these things never happened
The glorious days of old

I want to write about people,
Cars, kittens, horses and trains
About how they affect Mother
And what she would like to change

People write about a perfect world
And wondrous lights from above
Do you know what really saddens me?
Not enough people write about love.