Dead Man Walkin
I’m thirty five going on eighty.
Looking at life I find it shady.
No sun when I needed it.
Gray skies most days.
I find myself wanting
To get on my knees and pray.
To be thankful
And forget the rest today.
I am no Larry Page.
I will never be on stage.
I am no Bill Gates.
I can assure you mate.
My ideas are small.
My actions are smaller.
No changing myself.
No changing what’s left.
Poets are prophets
Only when dead.
Life is fruitful
For those who are led.
For those not seeking
A life worth living.
For those not searching
Life is not looking.
No money in the bank.
I am a grown man being frank.
Maybe a hero to my best.
Maybe a zero to the rest.
Big changes come small.
No sense in fighting the fall.
Big ideas have evolved.
I am another man with no legacy.
Nothing significant to give or save.
Another man taking more than he gave.
Nothing new created or solved.
Time to let the rest dissolve.
3 Comments
universaltron
September 21, 2010Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams die,
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams.
For if dreams go,
Life is a barren field
Covered with snow.
Langston Hughes
Akbar Lightning
September 22, 2010what can i say, you’ve developed something here, and they are pleasures to read…that very 21st century kind of pleasure that is derived from a shared pain…
thank you…i hope my gratitude is part of the sustaining energy of what you do…
universaltron
September 22, 2010that does help to hear that. thank you. we are all in this together that is for sure. the emptiness I/We feel is from a sense of complete helplessness. As if my actions could really change anything. I do like to believe they could but I’m not sure how true that really is. It’s nice to believe it even if it is a lie.