Already out of luck,
I whisper,
Not wanting to go back,
To what turned all my Summers,
Into Winter.
The memories of the past,
The joy that does not last,
Seem to filter,
All at once into my heart,
And slowly there get stuck,
As the clock strikes 5 o’clock,
And I whimper.
No today and no tomorrow,Nada,No memories to speak of,Just numbness and gray rain,Nothing to lose,And Nothing to gain.
Hard to reach inside,Hard to change your own mind,Just like the weather,You can’t predict,What people will think,Most of the timeThat’s why,When selling new products,You’ve got to be sly.We are what we think,Wrong or right,By day or by night,But the problem is,That most of us,Most of the time,Don’t even bother to think.
As we escalate our History,Looking back, almost a crime,We’ve not followed, moral principals,By this time, for sure all goneThe Commandments we’ve forgottenCompassion, nearly banned,Human feelings, so important,Less than footprints in the sand.
May come from a good film,That like a friend, travels with us,In plenty and in slim,Its glorious message, never dim.
That LoveCan also Kill,How is it possibleThat in us lies,The Power,To save,Or destroy,At Will.
And some of these in a Poem,May be the Loveliest ever heard!
