Depart me from the human race
the mad and frantic modern pace.
Free me from the nonsense rife
in shallow, gabbling modern life.
More of depth and thought I crave,
more kindness, blindest beauty brave.
So tired of rude humanity,
its avant guard inanity;
Venturing forth, some days it seems
one only meets the rude and mean.
One longs to be away from all,
away from small, coarse-minded squall
to somewhere peaceful, silence blest,
a place where a person’s mind can rest
with kindred spirits all about
where all would shush a bellowing lout.
A tender heart need never fear
as long as there’s a library near.
Poetic Asides, April 4, 2015, Poem a day challenge