Human Beeing

It's a cold, cold world,
With no one to keep you warm.
Like bees, the people swarm,
But you never taste the honey.
They're not out to do you harm.
They're just out to take your money.
And there is no one to catch you,
Should you fall out of your tree.
So you pretend that you are flying,
Just like another bee.

Richard C. Hayner
April 1982 ©

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