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Tuesday, January 30, 2018



I don't see the use,
Wandering through all these markets and city parks,
Past all those bobbles and beads that are so obtuse,
Sparkly things we'll never have or ever hold,
Never afford because we are the living poor,
So what's the bloody use?
Torturing ourselves with fantasies,
All those things in life beyond our limited reach,
If only we could see unlimited light,
Even a dim glimmer winking at us,
Blinking from far down that wicked tunnel,
Where a vast myriad of lost things,
So many forgotten promises and other gold rings,
Lay littering the scuttled lee side,
Still we discover we are abstrusely marked,
Staring hard into that unrealistic void,
Then arise those feelings of want and need,
So much denied even when we're tormented by want and greed,
All those many desired things,
We'll never have or ever touch,
Because of circumstance elements simply out of reach,
So much we could learn from lessons compassion can teach,
Finding ourselves lost and alone,
Wringing our sorry hands in these difficult times,
Yearning for substance that will never come along,
Human desires like true friendship and honest love,
But for some nightmarish reason,
We find we're not good enough,
Not adequate enough in any season,
Not pretty or handsome enough,
Unsuccessful ones in this needy phony world,
So many wretched poor and neglected downcast,
Pitiable outcast things that make daily life unbearably tough,
Without an ounce of love or friendship,
What good can come of this terrible lonely crowded space?
Who would ever want to hold our hands or kiss our face?
It's so hard finally letting go,
Knowing everything is truly lost,
Realizing there's no way back,
No realistic or absolute out,
Plus such tragic personal cost,
There are no u-turns now,
Nor bridge or safe flight path to take,
A world of lost and lonely souls,
Centuries of messed up lives,
A universe of worthless hopes and dreams we make,
Shaking us to our inner human core,
There can be no more really,
Besides lonely homelessness and back alley death,
Forever ridiculed because of delinquent social norms,
I just don't see the use.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

This is a tough one. Despairing and sometimes true. But there must be light and hope. There is still beauty if only in the soap!

JoeC said...

Life is tough. Struggles are common place. Hopefully we can all find and hang on to at least a thread of hope. Thanks for your comment. Best wishes Anonymous!