Grist

A new moon rises
in the pre-dawn skies
there are no bright lights
shining in my eyes
except an occasional headlight
as I make my way
to that place where they pay me
to spend my day

Not a mover or shaker
or much of a risk taker
I stay under the radar
as much as I can
that’s how it is
for a working man
who doesn’t expect
to hear his name
unless they are looking
for someone to blame

Just so much grist
in the economic mill
it’s a long road
and it’s all uphill
reasons to smile can be
hard to find
unless you are able
to free your mind
let your soul gaze down
on the noise and smoke
and wonder if they’d fix it
if they knew it was broke

When you get to the other end
the sun is sinking low
nobody telling you what to do
or where to go
unsure whether to cry or laugh
I guess the best we can hope for
is half and half

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Life Coach

Waiting for time to eat
waiting for time to drink
waiting for time to go to work
leaves too much time to think

When you have a lot to do
there isn’t time to get it done
when you’re just trying to get to tomorrow
you get cursed with a motionless sun

Money is an issue
when it comes to spending time
if you can’t afford to buy some fun
you feel guilty of some crime

Days turn into weeks
in time the bills come due
and you sit and wonder
how you’ll make it through

Suddenly the years lie
scattered like fallen leaves
take time to celebrate
take time to grieve

Make time for a good nap
that’s my favorite approach
you probably won’t hear that
from a professional life coach

As you wait for time to eat
and wait for time to drink
wait for time to go to work
it’s better to dream than think

Me?

Got a bottle of wine
with a screw on cap
got a guitar sitting
in my lap
got a black and white
movie on the tv
who wouldn’t want
to be me?

got a so-so job
it almost pays the bills
the guy in the mirror
looks over the hill
got nothing to lose
so I guess I’m free
who wouldn’t want
to be me?

Got a monk’s bed
and a reclining chair
got a small bank account
but I don’t care
got a tendency
to wait and see
who wouldn’t want
to be me?

Thank You!

Three years and 1.062 posts ago, I started this blog. If you are one of the roughly 350 folks “following”, you are not just one in a million, but more like one in two billion (given the world population), and therefore quite special.

Even allowing for re-runs, that’s several hundred poems, some of which may have been worth the time it took to read them. I am ever grateful for the time you give.

Here’s to a thousand more! (Tell your friends)

Barstool Tonight

Don’t let me die
in the gutter, dear Lord
with the cold rain washing my face
cats and rats sniffing around
that would be a terrible place

And don’t let me die
in a factory, Lord
on a cold dirty concrete floor
where they’d drag me outside
then forget my name
and go back and work some more

If I should die on this bar stool tonight
it probably would be the devil’s delight
Get me to tomorrow,
I swear I’ll do right
Lord, don’t let me die on this bar stool tonight

Don’t let me die in a super store, Lord
with strangers all gathered around
whispering and pointing, and trying
to hear what might be my last sound

Don’t let me die in my sleep, dear Lord
unnoticed and all alone
remaining undiscovered until
I quit answering the phone

If I should die on this bar stool tonight
it probably would be the devil’s delight
get me to tomorrow,
I swear I’ll do right
but don’t let me die on this barstool tonight

Maybe in the arms of a lover, Lord
on a beach or by a pure waterfall
a little reminder on my way out
of the beauty of it all

Non-reaper

In the time of the Harvest
specters of things unsown
are as cruel as the empty basket
and it is no consolation
that the locusts went hungry too

Sure, the birds of the air are fed,
but a rib eye seems to require
a bit more foresight than
seeds and crumbs
or the bread we cannot
live on alone

Not knowing what you’ve got
til it’s gone and realizing what
you could have had, right after it’s
too late to get it are the heads
and tails of regret

If a little time and effort
are the keys to transforming
your fields of stone
into those waves of grain
it is indeed foolish to wait
for the earth to plow itself.

Retirement Plan

I don’t like getting up early
I don’t like staying up late
don’t like running round in circles
don’t like to hurry up and wait

Come on MegaMillions
Come on Powerball
I need to hit it big
So I can live a life of ease
just like a muddy pig

I may be able to retire
when they lay me in the grave
but I’ll probably need a part time job
helpin’ Peter at the pearly gates

So come on MegaMillions
Come on Powerball
I need to hit it big
So I can live a life of ease
just like a muddy pig