Wash, Rinse, Repeat
It isn’t often that I represent
Someone who cares
Where the money’s spent, but I
Prefer results more than philosophies
Good intentions don’t mean much to me
A little bit jaded, somewhat out of touch
Political correctness doesn’t matter much
And I
Understand you better than you know
Because I’ve been there
And there isn’t much to show
As the years went by
I saw the changes happen
And I didn’t ask why
They were changing
As I turned the page
To become relegated
To a bygone age
And it’s rough
I know that I’m not the only one
It’s tough to see it happen
Watch it all undone
You’re only young once
And then we all will die
It really happens in the blink of an eye
and then
I go to light up a cigarette
My childhood dead
And much to my regret, I find
The world, it never belonged to me
An inherited lot left overgrown in weeds
For ME
I prefer to write in awkward rhymes
Because I like constraint
I find that limits that the poems place
The styles that I try to test
A challenge that I give myself
(And if I must confess)
An exercise to bring some focus
To an aging but still agile mind
Not too ravaged, yet, by time
Haphazard scheme, but simple lines
To bring it all to rest
