PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Welcome to the club. The let down after all the hoopla and shouting and walking and sharing. All the fine signs put down or throw out or hung as memorabilia on the bedroom wall tell you over the top tales of what was and not what is as the reality you hoped would suddenly exist. Only you will have changed, the brick wall gets harder each decade. Those who have the money want power and they like it and the righteous call it evil and satan but it's just the way the world works. The despair sets in when the parades end and the singing stops. The dead stop talking after a few months, then reality crowds in. Nothing has changed much because change takes time and impatience means another march and another campaign. The endlessness is fine when you are young, but after a few falling downs and blows to the character, after the winds of change wither and the gusto of 20 year old limbs become 40 then 60, you either become a prophet or a poet, but you never really had the guts to be a revolutionary. Changing it from the inside is a myth. The rich own that too and own you and own everything you are paying for through the bank. The house, the car, the equity, eventually the college loans, the preparation for the funeral for one or two still breathing. Where will it have gone? All the plans of youth disappeared like two grains of sand on a beach full of desires. Why did you not write it all down so it would not be lost? Where do you go now except where your doctor tells you?

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Lady A

03-16-18

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