With economic hopes
A temporary loss will not last!
And something about treasures gone,
Will eventually be revealed,
As a bad dream found to be wrong!
Here’s the forecast…
Say goodbye to yesterday,
Today things are changing fast.
Everything remembered,
Is as good as growing grass!
Once it has been mowed…
The waste reminisced is trashed!
And nothing about tomorrow,
Will come to comfort memories you had!
Lose your grip on this…
And get over it quick!
Too long unaddressed!A strangulation of progess succeeds,Where small minds exist…To keep people with wishes,And hopes on their knees.Countrified towns with big city dreams,Lose youth to dope…With fast cash to get,By outmoded schemes.These folks remain blind,With jealousies planted in their minds.Going backwards fast…And doing their best,To insure this thoughtlessnessSpreads to knot a tightness that lasts!
Since the last time we spoke.I’m sure you remember the circumstances…And I’m not one to bring that up!However…Isn’t it strange how I ran into you?You are looking radiant.Fantastic.Stunning.You’re glowing…And that’s fabulous!Oh…by the way.What week was that,You were going to pay me backThe twenty dollars you borrowed?I KNOW that had to slip your mind!God knows my…
I accomplished this with sacrifice…Hoping this would elevate their priorities.But they were of limited mindsets.A bigger picture they could not see.And one day I got a knock on my door.From two who came to say…‘We appreciate your efforts.And the quality of your deeds.If you want us we are here,To take you where you wish to…
Unless, of course…You are worth millions?And in that case you can disregard my comments,As flippant rantings of a fool…That has taken leave of his senses!And was sharing obnoxious statements,Of those I have encountered in unconscious thought!So…are you?‘Am I ‘what’? ‘Worth millions, dammit? !
Although my balled fists…When unclenched,Reveals a gentlenessOf my fingertips.Each day I grow,With patience that comes.From my head to my heart…Masquerading yet welcomed.All obstacles faced…Are not completely removed.Of this I am aware.But none of this,Is deserving for either one of us…For me to prove to you.There is more inside me than conflict.And as I grow,I’m more…
When the thought of death and its permanence…Comes to be not so distant,In the reality of one who reflects on the years lived.Fragile is this gift that has been given.And those who believe,They can do as they please at a time when they choose…Often find themselves wishing they did not refuse,To take that time when…
