A Tardy Tear On A Beer Calabash Poem by John Sensele

So much noise and blindness in fast lanes of lives we lead
When ears can't hear
Eyes to see plead
And to our destiny we draw both far and near

Dreading to love
Longing to hurt
Fearing to fly on wings of a white dove
And nonsense and gibberish in overdose we blurt

Challenging norms without pause
Closing ears and eyes when convenience says so
Wishing we could pluck a rainbow rose
And hang it on a leash or a lasso

We spin to avoid close contact with sentimental souls
Whose love we shun
In a bid to score winning or losing goals with balls
Whose shape, shimmer and shine pales as the sun

On warms lives bad and good
Equally treated without exception
In words and thoughts often misunderstood
For so long they assume the notion and devotion

Of truth unalloyed
Creed unchallenged
In hearts so destroyed and annoyed
They run the danger to get unhinged

In a world where simplicity is in danger
Dignity cringes in fear
Manners of dress, speech and decorum grow stranger
As normal life sheds a tardy tear on a calabash of bush beer.