NEVER TOO OLD TO REMEMBER
Looking around me I see the society that has moved so far away from free I no longer see much point in playing a part of the deception that my thinking is a misconception. In a land that longs for more wars to get more customers into our weapon stores all the while the facts that babies are starving is not realistic when it is just reported as some foregone acceptable statistic.
I have so much of nothing left to offer that I find society willingly lets me be to hopefully to move on a bit faster. I can’t claim a huge stash of cash or skunk weed seed, no mash for a still or will to war anymore for anything of riches; it all looks to my wrinkled old face as greed knocking at society’s door.Big fancy well dressed sons a bitches.
I know my needs, have become comfortable in them, I spend time finding ways to have mercy on me when I don’t chase after them. I am aware that my needs are filled by the earth, time left alone and, chances care
I was walking on warm Ohio winter day and never knew I needed a coat. I nearly passed by the one laying there cast asidethere in the dirt, bent over and picked it up and shook off the frozen crud stuck on that old rag of a coat. Put it atop my pack and walked on past the night fall. I grabbed that old ragged looking coat all buttons still attached; it kept me free of the cold.
And that is how my life was and again now always will be. After that day of the coat my life I worked it away and wound up broke trying to stay even with my greed; but now I am older and more wrinkled and have come back to what I knew as a child, leave my greed alone and the earth will see to my need. Society, you’ve moved on so very far beyond and without me.
© M Durfee