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“I Grow Old”

Blabber, blather, dither, dather,
Pitter, pat, pitter, pat,
You drone on, you continue to talk,
As the rain comes down, I go for a walk.

I want to leave this dreadful storm,
So, into the dark, wet night, I stumble.
Every second you speak,
Is a minute less I have to see
My own strength – as I have been weak,
Believing all your lies, in my head, I am meek.

Rules, and norms, and expectations,
Set in motion by a world so cold,
With promises of glitter and gold,
Must be forgotten before I grow old.

“I Grew Old”

I grew old –
One day after the next,
Ten hours at a time, on the floor,
No breaks from when I walk in,
Until I lock the front door.

I grew old –
One day after the next,
For five minutes at a time,
Afraid to sing because I thought
My voice sounded bad.

I grew old –
One day after the next,
For hours reading the news,
With no action, only frustration,
As sadness surrounded love.

I grew old –
Until you came along,
One day, after the next, with you,
And the tide of fear went back to sea,
I grew young.

“Your Best”

So many days, I’ve been wasting all my nights,
Sleeping sound instead of dreaming of the day
When I finally decide not to run and hide
From the fears which stop me dead in my tracks.

Now, it’s time to wake up, with nothing else to do,
There’s no one but yourself stopping you.
It’s time to move on, with all the world gone,
If you want to do it, you’re the one.

So many words, I’ve wrapped in riddles here,
Hiding halfhearted courage crippled with regret,
I’ve been a fool listening to everyone else sing,
While I have been quiet the whole time.

Now, it’s time to wake up, with nothing else to do,
There’s no one but your doubts stopping you.
Though you think cannot do it, you have got
To suck up your fear and give it a shot.

Get your ruby rhymes and muddled meter,
In a dingy, decrepit theater,
And give a pause, take a breath,
And perform your very best.

“If it’s my time, it’s my time”

If it’s my time, it’s my time,
I heard him say – time and again,
My grandfather, and my father,
But no one knew, no one knows,
Their time.

I am that I am.
I will be what I will be.
G-d, only, knows –
G-d, all around,
The mystery of creation.

I will be what I will be.

Amen.

“Corona Torment”

A little cough,
Benign, no cause
For worry,

Persists,
A dry, hacking cough,
Problematic,

Fatigue and stress,
Undermine resolve,
Tormenting,

Treatment does not
Exist, is not,
Helping now.

I question, now,
My life and purpose,
Asking for hope.

“Have Mercy”

For five dollars, I will wash your windows.
For one, I will shine your shoes.
For ten, I will carry your groceries.
For fifty cents, I will tell you the news.

I will sing you a song for free,
But please, please, have mercy upon me.
I am poor and alone, left for dead,
I have no pillow, nor a bed, upon which to lay my head.

For five dollars, I will do your laundry.
For one, I will cut your hair.
For ten, I will walk your dog twice a day.
For fifty cents, I will pretend to care.

I will sing you a song for free,
But please, please, have pity upon me.
I am poor and alone, left for dead,
I have no pillow, nor a bed, upon which to lay my head.

For five dollars, I watch your children.
For one, I will water your plants.
For ten, I will make your house spotless.
For fifty cents, I will iron your pants.

I am poor and alone, left for dead.
I have no pillow, nor a bed, upon which to lay my head,
But I will sing you a song for free.
Please, please, have mercy upon me.

Give us your tired, your lonely, your lanless, and helpless.
All those lacking wireless, 4G and internet access.
Hurdle your masses and asses to our capitol city.
To fight for your rights and make life much less shitty.
Your rights are abused and your government sucks.
Come march in the streets and give all your fucks.
Remove these bad leaders from their ivory tower.
Make them regret their actions and take back our power.
A doctrine once said government was for and by the people.
Lets not view those words as if they were a prequel.
Our founders promised a general welfare for all.
It was not to provide shelter for a terrible Cabal.
Our health, our wealth, our taxes a plenty.
Were meant to support not a few, but a many.
The time has come to arise from our couches.
March to the capitol with back stiff, no slouches.
Hold your head high with your voices chanting.
And make ourselves heard with our vigor and ranting.
July 14th is our chosen day to say NOPE.
And to bring back our country, our beliefs, and our HOPE.

“Each Particle, A Traveler”

Fastidious,
Attuned to the Flow,
Unconvinced by doubt,

Attentive,
Only to the sound of Silence,
Unperturbed by the noise.

A droplet of water,
In an ocean of waves,
Unconcerned with the storm.

Each particle,
In its place,
A traveler,
Through time and space.

“Rhyme Scheme”

Rhyme scheme,
And rhythm, and meter,
All these conventions,
Do they matter?

A and B, and A – B – B – A,
Are we set in quatrains? Or sonnets?
Are we limited to a structure?
With our lives stuck in second gear?

Are we fixed? Our fates dry as cement?
Or are we capable of change?
A wet mixture of sand and water?
In our free will, do we have free range?

Or, limited by birth, by circumstances,
Do we succumb to our doubts?
Do we succumb to the rules thrust upon us,
By those who have themselves given up?

Rhyme scheme,
A scheme to engender feelings,
To gather sorrow, and courage,
And dreams of a better tomorrow.

I wish I could scheme so well.

“‘Untitled Document’ – A Slow Descent”

Untitled document,
The story of my life,
An infinite set of wasted possibilities –
Not wasted, but deliberately, slowly avoided,
Choices undertaken – I am content,
Yet I am unfulfilled.
I want more –
More money,
More freedom,
More time.

Yet here I am –
Spending another half hour,
Meandering, dilly-dallying,
Daydreaming,
As the sun rises – overhead now,
And begins – another day’s end –
Its slow descent.