Poetry
There was a day way back when symbols meant something true
When all we had to fear from you and me was all we thought of me and you
But as I age I find that scary are the thoughts unsaid
And wearily I worry about the world as I make my way to bed
Will schrapnel fly for me the next time I get in my car and turn the key
Because of hate, of change, of glorious differences bathed in antiquity
Or will my pain be spread evenly across my lifetime long
So pennies in my pocket fall to the holes of greed and wrong?
What it always seems to be is two steps forward one leap back
And should I end up on my feet the slack will be there to cover the lack
There was a day way back when I cold trust in others too
If you needed I'd be there and if I needed I'd have you
But generosity is a fist that clenches tightly when life is hard
Even though the need is the most when we have nothing left to discard
I don't blame other people for what I choose not to give
I don't blame other people for the lack in the life I live
But we get paid in entertainment to accept the easy lies
And if all you have left is one good act, what is it to you to despise the cries?
So I am asking you, World, what changes would you have me do,
Because if I work hard to change me, all I ask is that you work hard to change you.
-K.
When all we had to fear from you and me was all we thought of me and you
But as I age I find that scary are the thoughts unsaid
And wearily I worry about the world as I make my way to bed
Will schrapnel fly for me the next time I get in my car and turn the key
Because of hate, of change, of glorious differences bathed in antiquity
Or will my pain be spread evenly across my lifetime long
So pennies in my pocket fall to the holes of greed and wrong?
What it always seems to be is two steps forward one leap back
And should I end up on my feet the slack will be there to cover the lack
There was a day way back when I cold trust in others too
If you needed I'd be there and if I needed I'd have you
But generosity is a fist that clenches tightly when life is hard
Even though the need is the most when we have nothing left to discard
I don't blame other people for what I choose not to give
I don't blame other people for the lack in the life I live
But we get paid in entertainment to accept the easy lies
And if all you have left is one good act, what is it to you to despise the cries?
So I am asking you, World, what changes would you have me do,
Because if I work hard to change me, all I ask is that you work hard to change you.
-K.