Different days

Sometimes we blame the outsider

For anything different or new

We can’t see ourselves being hoodwinked

When it’s drip fed syrupy sweet

It’s easier to charge the other ones

Whoever they may be

Lives lived differently there’s suspicion

Blame wrought by change.

You’ll see so many with the label pinned

Of vagabond, gypsy, witch

But you see in the eyes of the accuser

The fear that makes them twitch

In these different days there’s one thing

We need to accept

That being a changer is not a crime

Ailsa

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry 2018

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Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember. First inspired by the wonderful stories of Roald Dahl, the Brothers Grimm etc. I adore myths and magic of all sorts, though I read so many genres it's impossible to classify it all!! Some of my poetry is truth with a healthy (or unhealthy depending on your view!),dose of magic and fiction and others are pure fiction. I'll leave you to decide for yourself which those are! Please stop by and enjoy and glad to make your acquaintance. Feel free to leave a comment 🙂

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