This Is Your Life Poem by Charlie F. Kane

Wake up for the dawn chorus
And the cold rain of the shower.
Then you move on to
A piece of burnt toast,
But only if you have the time.

You find yourself asking,
“Is this my life?
I don’t remember it starting?
Did I miss the word ‘go’? ”

Monotonous hours watching
A grey computer monitor
Whirr and churn away
Like a meat grinder,
Cutting up another piece of your sanity.

You find yourself asking,
“Is this my life?
I don’t remember it starting?
Did I miss the word ‘go’? ”

You get home and watch
A black box of dull images
And shiny, shiny faces.
They tell you if you live like them
You’ll find happiness in the surgeons’ knife.

You find yourself asking,
“Is this my life?
I don’t remember it starting?
Did I miss the word ‘go’? ”

You right,
This isn’t your life,
You should be running free,
Doing what you please.
You should be out in the air,
Making each like the days
When you were a child,
Running happy and free.

But change isn’t so easy
When everyone else is
As stuck as you are.
So sit back down,
And think about tomorrow.

©Charlie F. Kane

6/04/06