No One Knows Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

when do we speak of what is real

when every company has its spiel

when all that's said is said to win


another first place ribbon again

another seat in the elegant chamber

another title out of danger


salaried to the hilt.


oh I wish things to be real as silt

for us to talk of days to come

when we have time beneath the sun


to watch the skies we used to know

to watch the fading sunset glow

to be alive in every wind


and speak to each as to a friend

and not for hidden advantage.

but now we speak yet we dont say

a single thing that's ours to say


but say whats needed just to sell

and so deprive the living well

the fountain that forever flows


within us all that no one knows.


mary angela douglas 1 may 2020