Funny

Funny how people change,

Funny how we thought it wouldn’t happen.

Funny how as children we think we are safe.

Funny how we trusted everyone,

Funny how there’s no escape.

Funny how we all grow up,

Funny how we think we can change the world.

Funny how dreams, hardly ever come true

Funny how we continue to do what we do

Funny how we laugh about nothing at all

Funny how we function when we need to run away

Funny how I never seem to know what to say

Funny how our friends never seem to be true

Funny how when it comes to you I have no Clue

Reviews

[tk]

Funny how I find this poem beautiful.
Funny how brilliant you've crafted this.
Funny how I asked the same questions like you did.
Funny how the wisdom in this piece made me reflect on my everyday life.
Funny how I'm reviewing this.
Funny how I'll rate this 100.
:)
thanks for sharing another flawless creation of yours!
♥♥♥

[Chantel]

Love it, great write. :)

[Allan Eddings]

I shall borrow the words of a great woman to explain the feelings this piece evoked in me:

"Fables should be taught as fables, myths as myths, and miracles as poetic fancies. To teach superstitions as truths is a most terrible thing. The child accepts and believes them, and only through great pain and perhaps tragedy can he be in after-years relieved of them. In fact, men will fight for a superstition quite as quickly as for a living truth - often more so, since a superstition is so intangible you can not get at it to refute it, but truth is a point of view, and so is changeable."

For this reason I am eternally gratefully that I never laboured under the myths or illusions for childhood long. I enjoyed this piece because while it spoke of wider things, it was clearly a very personal topic for the author. Made abundantly clear in the final line, 'Funny how when it comes to you I have no Clue.'

Congratulations on writing a piece that engaged and distracted me, I look forward to more work of yours in the future.
A.E.

[Half Dream]

Awesome! :D

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

You write good points in this poem within each line and repetition, really nice.

[S. Michael Long]

CAPPI=no no, you missed the point, children aren't ignorant, adults are.. the mind of a child is pure and true, and the mind of an adult is a never ending pit filled with what if's and wants..

[Ama May Cooper]

This is pure brilliance. Love it every word dripping with lost hope and fear of the future, the childish ignorance crushed and destroyed by the end of the verse. Its a wonderful piece , love the repetition adds a strong and aggressive impact like the words are getting hammered into our heads.
Fantastic work

[S. Michael Long]

I adore this (: I spend most of my time questioning the autonomous nature of man.. like a program that we all just keep playing out over and over and over again, a father abuses his wife and children, the daughter goes on to find a man who is abusive, the son goes on to be an abuser.. it is quite humorous to me how this world works itself out in some sort of odd pretentious balance.. The ones that see and realize that there is a difference to be changed spend their whole lives trying to change it.. while the rest of the world walks around in ignorance, pretending everything is ok.. nice job on this -s

[Angelic Surrender]

So true. I know from experience as well.

[InfiniteInk]

Funny how people give up upon their dreams and ambitions,
Funny how love lusts for pain,
Funny how lust kills love
Funny how the world hates the innocent.