Trend

just a poem

Trend

When I recall,

The years, and all

The things that in

My life, I had

I can fairly say

In a simple way

My life and I,

Were equally bad

Since the creation

Till civilization,

No explanation

Anyone could add

As to the meaning

Of our dreaming,

When all screening

Made us more sad

Do we ask a lie

To tell us why

We live then die

To ease our gad?

Or just pretend

That in the end,

This kind of trend

Fulfils our fad?