Two wrongs may not make a right
But three wrongs means you’re on a roll.
Let my apprehension flow out with the tide.
Why not put one more to the final toll?
I wonder if when looking back
We'll discover where we went off track?
If I’ll understand why you turned your back?
With such conviction you walked away.
You are quiet until you are loud.
You are deaf until you hear.
You are blind until you see.
You are mute until you speak.
I hear solemnly on the morning news
Of another too soon tragedy over sea.
I turn the pages of the newspaper
And find a self portrait staring back at me.
It’s a funny thing to listen to; their deep life concerns.
One group they speak of money, the other, earth worms.
Made of all the same material, and breathe the same air.
But for one the effects of life show far less ware.
I walk grudgingly by.
The scraping gravel under foot
Echoes in my mind.
Step, step, step…Exhale.
Success in life is an ambiguous term,
Its many meanings I’m starting to learn.
The road to my future is paved with tenacity
Dangling there with my grip holding fast
No question of effort I know it can last.
But my stationary mind wanders and wonders
It is the tempting possibilities it ponders.
Don’t get me wrong,
White wine does have its place:
Among women in floppy hats,
Men in suits and bowties.
In a world where determination and a kind word
Are futile methods of rallying a herd.
But cut throats, fatal bullet wounds
And images of a grief stricken loved one