Modern World
I feel like a stranger in this modern world.
I was dining in style.
Fine clothing, completely dress up.
Wearing my pearls and roses.
High heels on.
Fresh polished smile.
But there was no beauty to see.
No decent place or room to sit.
No one to talk to or laugh with.
No cheers, no santé.
Around me only running feet.
Serving plates of chaos.
Sweatpants and ripped jeans.
Vulgar words and loud screams.
Only disappointment to eat.