If we could
For what is good about them
Form no judgments
About things that don’t matter
And only take issue
With their faults
It would be an improvement
Since our current approach
Is to hate or envy people
For what’s good about them
With things that don’t matter
And form no judgments
About their faults
And on this day, I do resolve
To live my life correctly;
Create no new problems to solve
Or handle them directly
I see the possibilities
The things that could go wrong;
But I won’t go there. No I won’t.
I’m sure I will be strong…
Yes, beauty has its downside.
Beautiful people can always find company
And it’s almost always the wrong person
When I hear
The individual is not what matters
It is the group (or “system”) they belong to
I believe I recognize
The foundational step
Of every truly great evil
The world has ever known
… It’s like raging against a storm…
I now you’re stressed
There’s been the tension of moving
Our oldest daughter getting married soon
And you keeping our sixteen month old grandson every day
I know that
There’s not much left
For you to give
But I miss the feeling of being wanted
Feeling admired and desired
So I fantasize
I fantasize about you
I never knew why you loved me so intensely
And I know I’ve never deserved it
But I still miss it
Raging against a storm
The storm will go on, it has nothing to do with me
And I’ll shuffle around this new house
Putter around on my computer
And be up early again tomorrow
To go to work
And you and I will continue to give ourselves away
To everyone but each other
Isn’t it fun to laugh and joke
About the pain of others?
Isn’t it great to shove aside
Our sisters and our brothers?
Isn’t it just the cutest thing
To hate someone – and show it?
Isn’t it just so human to
Be cruel, but never know it?
… has been a little out of the ordinary, perhaps.
Calling it a “mid-life crisis” is presumptuous, since
We don’t how long we’re going to live.
Nevertheless, I started mine early:
When I was roughly twenty-eight.
I got the obligatory red sports car, and
I wore sunglasses all the time.
I hooked up with a much younger woman, and
Was with her long enough to get divorced
And to have a child, who has
Paid the price ever since.
So, in actual mid-life, the crisis is
Dealing with the aftereffects
Of the mid-life crisis
I had prematurely